The people I love--the back of their necks, the smell of my husband just about anywhere. The comforting smell of dog. The smell of our house which is clean and yet distinctly us. The smell of swimming pools. The smell of lavender. The smell of yarrow. The smell of my good cooking. The smell of yeast. The smell of tent. The smell of river in the desert. The smell of ocean. The smell of good clean dirt. The smell of baby. The smell of fresh mow grass. The smell of wine. The smell of baking bread.
If there is a god, I want to believe that there is a god. If there is not a god, I want to believe that there is no god.
