Quite like Home!
I was about to take the last turn to my home after a brief walk to take some fresh morning sunshine. I noticed the little flowers that had fallen off on the left sidewalk from the tree last night and maybe a few previous nights. Still looking fresh, carrying the faint essence of their night duties. I picked up one, sized like a clove, hoping to smell the fragrance up close. It was very faint, obviously nothing compared with how it does in one of those large bunches up above. The flowers had already assured I was close, close to what I could call home for a while. There stood the tree with very small bunches, awaiting their full blooms. The buds were a testimony to that. I kept looking for a few more moments, analyzing how late they’ve bloomed. I wondered if the tree was blooming for the first time ever, because there it stood as tall as they grow. How come I’m standing there for the first time, feeling a narrow escape to heaven. The first time, my vision had to beat my olfactory ...