2006-03-10 - 11:04 a.m.
Walking down the hall, i catch a hint of incense-
the sweet, spicy, scent hanging in the air,
far from stale.
When did it cease to matter?
i remember when it first appeared-
so strange,
so exotic it seemed to me!
The breath of a foreign world
carried on the winds of change.
A pungent odor
-not un-pleasing-
unfamiliar all the same.
Innocent; intoxicating!
i welcomed it.
Its ever-present,
effervescent vapors
leading me astray-
onward!
to find renewal of the soul.
How short the path i walked to lead me to today!
Far from strange,
i find its presence comforting-
safe.
Incense brings me home.
