The oldest memory is a scent: musty, rosy, perfume. It filled her small bedroom, not unpleasant, but not invigorating. It was a scent that lulled her child mind to sleep very easily, and still does, to this day, if she catches a whiff of something similar, her eyelids will begin to droop. Shortly after that, … Continue reading Pine Street Episode 292: The scent of spring