Someone Smells

Train Smells

Somewhere along the line I lost my olfactory sense.  Not completely, but pretty much.  The doctors don't know why, only that it sometimes happens after an illness, or accident, and can return spontaneously, or never.  I don't think about it much, unless I have a moment.  From time to time I smell stuff.  This usually occurs out of doors, on warm, humid days.  The smell of moist earth, or flowers, or rotting vegetation will trigger an immediate nostalgic moment.  It's so powerfully pleasant, that I'm almost paralyzed at the spot, and don't want to leave. Sometimes, looking at a picture will trigger a brainal smell that's real. That happened this morning, while I was doing the Kodak moment post below.  The picture of the steam locomotives. When we were little, my sister and me were bundled off in the summer to visit the grandparents in Indiana.  Mother would take us to Chicago's Grand Central Station, and walk us down into the cellar, where the tracks and trains were.  The dank smell of steel and oil infused steam, hissing from hoses that were attached to each car, are uniquely train station, and I experienced them again., along with the associated memories.  Took me on a whole mind  adventure.  MoSup can smell a mosquito fart, and that acuteness has its own drawbacks, as you may imagine.  Still, I wish I could, too.  Without sticking my nose right into stuff.