The Smell Of Happy

When I step outside my front door, I can smell the sweet scent of jasmine. It grows up over the door to my right (my husband's office door), and there have been seasons where I couldn't smell it at all. But this year it has decided to bestow us the privilege of its scent.

As soon as I smell it, I instantly think of summer and warmth and contentment. I'm transported to no place in particular but where those three ingredients are thick and present. I think I'll sit right there on the porch and not move for the next couple of months.