B10:46
The evening air carried a familiar scent.
The evening air carried a familiar scent.
It was from a food vendor down the street.
It was from a food vendor down the street.
My shoulders felt heavy from the day.
My shoulders felt heavy from the day.
The spicy aroma brought a strange sadness.
The spicy aroma brought a strange sadness.
It spoke of dinners I never cooked.
It spoke of dinners I never cooked.
Or laughter I sometimes missed.
Or laughter I sometimes missed.
This smell always finds me after work.
This smell always finds me after work.
It offers comfort, yet also longing.
It offers comfort, yet also longing.
The city hums its evening tune.
The city hums its evening tune.
I just watch the steam rise in the dark.
I just watch the steam rise in the dark.
Tomorrow, the routine will begin again.
Tomorrow, the routine will begin again.
But tonight, this scent holds me here.
But tonight, this scent holds me here.
The Scent of a Long Day's End
by @theodaily