There's a certain smell, when winter turns into spring - but it's not yet spring, only a hint of spring - that triggers this in me. It's not so much visual, but a certain smell of the earth, of nature, that calls and makes me want to go… somewhere.
And sadly, with each passing year, the calls is quieter. So I turn back and continue to read my emails, and my news feed, because, well, dopamine. Sigh.
There's a certain smell, when winter turns into spring - but it's not yet spring, only a hint of spring - that triggers this in me. It's not so much visual, but a certain smell of the earth, of nature, that calls and makes me want to go… somewhere.
And sadly, with each passing year, the calls is quieter. So I turn back and continue to read my emails, and my news feed, because, well, dopamine. Sigh.
"Go inward, go outward, go upward, but—for God’s sake, man—whatever you do, don’t stand still."