Unless you savor every thing that comes to you as I always do..sight, sound, smell, things I see, this blog topic will mean nothing to you and I will be more boring than ever to read.
My oldest and I went to have a Happy Birthday supper at my youngest son's home. His wife prepared dinner. It was yesterday that the birthday occurred, but his wife was attending the birth of her best friend since childhood's baby! So son and wife and my other sons and I celebrated tonight.
I left their home about 2030 and took the oldest back to his place in The Big City. Then I started home. Not much traffic anywhere I was and there was a ghost of light in the sky's edges left as I hurtled down the road. Here is where and when I became enchanted. It will be nothing to you all I know. But as I traveled through the dusk to almost dark..enjoying seeing the trees silhouetted against the darkening skies, even though I had the cars' a/c on, I could smell the green scents of freshly mown grasses along the side of the road. I smelled some vehicle exhaust occasionally, again, the green fragrances of summer's wild growth as I sped through their realm.
The air was a steady but not forceful cold against my face and the fragrances thru the window that was slightly down took me way back in my mind for a few moments to times as a teen I would take a friends car after getting my license, and drive the dirt roads...windows down, cool night air coming in and the same wonderful fragrances. Yes, including gasoline scent wafting through occasionally.
I had a CD tonight that I played that I bought on a lark 12 years ago. Way before my time style music. It had that music they call swing music. I think all these are from the 40's. Glen Miller and other big band leaders of that era.
I don't care for that style of music. I bought it 10-12 years ago in the grip of nostalgia for my parents. But tonight I finally played it in the car.
I was hurtling down the highways, about a 28 mile trip...cool night scented air in my face and nostrils. Oh what heaven. And what nostalgia. I smiled all the way home. Partly in gladness for the lovely evening and seeing him open his gifts from us all. And the rest, the magic of the dusk, the quiet, the chill air so utterly fresh, the low old music, the sights of night fall. The clear roads all the way home accompanied by night music and the subtle sounds and joyous fragrance when the music went away. ..it was magic.
But only to me.