honeysuckle
yesterday, as i walked by the river, i was overwhelmed by the fragrance of flowering honeysuckle. the air was thick with their sweet smell and i was immediately reminded of a summer from my childhood spent at the local baseball park. my dad and i would go there in the summer evenings to watch the local teams play and as he sat on the painted wooden bleachers, i would wander down to the fenceline and pick honeysuckle flowers. i loved their sweet smell and their buttery white petals. i spent hours there, surrounded by beauty, amidst the honeysuckle, until my father called me to leave.
this memory came flooding back to me yesterday, carried on the breeze. i could close my eyes and still hear the game playing on in the distance and feel the flowers tucked neatly into my hair.
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