It Smells Like...

...Spring outside. Usually in SoCal outside doesn't smell like anything year-'round but sage. But today, though, in the quiet late morning while everyone else is in school or at work, the air smells like the beginning of something wonderful.

Sometimes, on days like these when I was growing up, Mom would let me stay home. I'd pretend to be sick even though I knew she knew I wasn't. For some reason, because of the magic of the day, it was okay for her to believe whatever she wanted or needed to believe so we could stay together. Just like in love relationships, in life sometimes it's important, for your soul's growth, to break the rules a little.

Everything has meaning on a day like this, as if Time has stopped so you can make a note of things. In those times it's important to do something you've never done. And when you're in love, it's imperative.

I can't imagine what M. and I could do today - we both have so many commitments... but days like these seem to promise that everything will be okay even if you shirk your responsibilities. Days like these demand to be remembered.

I wonder...