The air smells sweet

The feeling of walking along a country road at night, and allowing yourself to breathe.

The air smells sweet. 

If you have never been to the country, 

or live in a place with lots of smog, 

You may not be able to fully comprehend such a thing. 

You’ve probably heard those words, 

read them, 

or even used them yourself. 

But have you ever really understood what it describes? 

I don’t think I really had until tonight. 

Walking along the darkened road, 

a misty rain still falling from above. 

Taking deep breaths. 

And realizing, 

The air smells sweet. 

It's not like sugar, 

not like honey. 

A combination of spring leaves and cool rain. 

It's difficult to describe the sensation. 

Maybe what I really want to express,

is the feeling of walking along that road. 

Watching headlights become hazy in the mist. 

Blurring reality until I feel that everything will be alright. 

Measurable time fading away,

leaving behind a feeling of peace. 

Of course, 

Such a feeling could not last.

But maybe that just makes it sweeter.  

Author's Note

I'm not sure if this one really counts as a poem. I suppose it reads more like a story, haha. Although I think that if I did'nt break it up in the way that I did, It wouldn't come across the way I wanted. I wanted the reader to also pause and slow down, just like I did when walking along that road. In any case, please tell me what you thought of it! I'd love to know how I can improve.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

The air smells sweet.
It's not like sugar,
not like honey.
A combination of spring leaves and cool rain.

I love this part, sure this counts as a poem, this is wonderful