Fox on a Boat

Stormy skies in Alabama Autumn is in the air - I can smell it. Olfactory memories are probably the sharpest ones I experience. A certain smell will whisk me away from the present moment, and I'll land, confusingly, at a crossroads of intermingled thoughts. Often, it is not a distinctive memory I have; rather, a feeling - or the memory of a feeling. Now and then a memory will be locatable in time with varying precision. And then, the more confusing part: an olfactory memory of an olfactory memory. Two places in time, interwoven, tangled. Our minds are such complex places! This morning I was partly here and partly somewhere in 2010, by the Thames - sometime later I was projected to a different country and more than a decade back in time. A memory I had not accessed previously through smell. It was all so new, so different - I feel different. This time in my life is strange and exciting, and new, all so new - it is as if I am on a bridge between my teen years and my future - I ...

OK, I have no idea what just happened here. This was a little 'stream of consciousness' style.. I followed this prompt and wrote this poem whilst doing something else. Hey there's probably some meaning in there anyway! Inner Thoughts of a Writer  Massive rooms all around Two dogs sit in the kitchen One is black one is grey. Don't cry tonight Don't you cry, Hold on to that thought Little girl, tonight. Huge bridges around us The water's grey and brown Very cold, very deep But the sky is clear  The air is brisk Feel the calm.