In the kitchen

Yesterday, as I was washing my chef-knife after carving up avocados I suddenly smelled something for the very first time.

It was a baby-thing. Or mother thing.

Alien, yet plesent - it took me a while to establish that it was in fact mine.

A whiff of the future. Small, naked, pink smell.

The way other people smell. Mainly in catalogues. I never thought that one day I will have that sort of, sweet, organic, clean smell.
I thought that I am very much set for the much heavier drapery of tarr, or best case scenario Gucci.

Should have never gave up smoking. Could not smell anything than.