The warm scent of a barn loft….hay moist and seasoned, warm milk scent from freshly milked cows, a barn cat meowing for the leftovers, a young girls breath against my neck as my hands explored unknown places

The smell of cow patties…ripe but not altogether unpleasant either in the morning sun, the smell of the heather and the strawberries growing along the cow path, the smell of my own sweat as we walk hand in hand driving the cows to pasture

The smell of home brew…heady and warm, of old leather Buick car seats, of your momma’s toilet water on your neck, the smell of ivory soap in your hair as we dance to a country song

Kerosene lantern fumes…smoky, musky just barely holding back the night, in the shadows I taste your lips, smell the scent of the Pepsi you’d been sipping and I smell your need as strong and wild as the animals we’d watched rutting in the field just that day

Scents and odours so long forgotten yet still so close to the surface of my memory. So strong after all these years. I can still smell theses things as if I was once again a lad of sixteen. Once again that city boy transplanted to farm country. Smells, tastes, sounds and feelings, Heaven was a country farm and a country girl that I never ever did forget.