There is a scent in the air tonight. A familiar scent, yet it seems foreign. I don’t know where it is from but I have smelled it before. It makes me visit the past, however, no memories pop in. I want to cry but for no apparent reason. It has centered me. I feel relaxed. I want to feel like this all the time. My windows are open to let this intoxicating drug seep in. I can hear the bustle of...