Oh the sweetness. What a glorious things it can be. The smell of a flower, hot sugar glazed rolls, perfume. These are wonderful sweet scents. Sweetness can be anything. A thought, gesture, word. Sweet things happen all the time. Holding someone’s hand, the stroke of a cheek, a kiss. All of these things are sweet.

 My life right now is experiencing sweetness. How sweet it is. I did not know it could be like this. It feels wonderful . It is such a wonderful natural high. It is as if I am a feather floating with every whirl of wind. I feel free and good. My sadness seems to be on hold. I have been told to take a deep breath…I am learning to do that. Am I going to wake up from this wonderful dream and walk back to a reality that I dread. I hope not. I want this to last . I want to be in for the long haul.

 Sweetness, like the summer air. It fills you with a warm purity that breathes life into your body. Some people see sweetness as a moment in time. A celebration of love, life, lust. New beginnings in a time of turmoil. Winning a prize. Finding something you lost.

 It is happiness, this much I know. The thrill of just being, existing. It is joy beyond your wildest dreams. These are the sweet things. We are reminded of so many things when we use our senses, but they that smell is the one thing that drags up memories the quickest. You can associate so many things with what something smells like. You can associate happy, sad, good, bad, and everything in between. It is this that makes things the sweetest…Our memory.