Scents

This morning smelled like a chilly winter morning in Strasbourg, where I was cycling and playing frisbee many years ago.

The hallway in my friends' apartment building smelled like that damn hospital room where I spent some sleepless nights, hoping to steal days to the inevitable.

A stranger at the bus stop had that smell of tobacco and musk I am trying to forget.

Today I am not where I though I would be, the smell of where I was stays.