Romance is…scent

The scent of a mowed lawn and a charcoal BBQ.

Fresh cut flowers and newly pick cucumbers and tomatoes for salad.

The humidity and then the summer rain.

The scent of sweat in any manner.

The spray of skunk on the dog who refused to come in when called.

The odour of supper’s pork and beans over an open fire.

It’s all romance. It’s not in the scent but in the moment…even the stinky ones.