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Shells

June 8, 2011

Yesterday, I noticed the smell for the first time this year—the smell of the good life, the wonderful scent of summer. The season may not have officially arrived, but I know it is summer because the seashells have spoken, or odored, or whatever. Someone should invent a word for the smell of old seashells when they come to life as the temperatures reach a certain level.  The word should probably be a combination of “fishy” and “dirty” and “sand” and “love” and “happiness” and “sunshine”, but I don’t think anyone has come up with it yet. Probably because a word like that would be too big and require such a great volume of heart.

To me, it seems that they lie dormant all winter in their pails and buckets and mesh bags, but once June comes, they experience something like longing, something like a need to be close to home, and so they generate a little love that reminds them of where they came from—the smell of the beach. I think we all do that. We all reach that time of year when we need a little taste of our home. Fortunately, most of us don’t do it by emitting a fishy stench, but “to each his own”. Maybe it’s the rhythm of a specific song or the tanginess of an ice cold margarita or the feel of a silky vintage kimono, but we all make our way  back to our homes, back to our shells, and back to life when the time is right.

xoxo

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. June 8, 2011 4:13 pm

    Perfect, just when I needed a little taste of home! xoxo

  2. Bill S. permalink
    June 8, 2011 4:14 pm

    Yes. Summer has that undeniable smell. “Up he-ah” it is a sudden displacement of the air molecules with the redolent smell of manure being spread in the fields. A/C in the car doesn’t even touch that smell.

    Between the two, I’d rather have sea shells. 😀

  3. June 8, 2011 4:31 pm

    Margaritas? Yes.

  4. June 8, 2011 4:33 pm

    Shells and wet children. Thank you for the summer extravaganza.

  5. Lisa permalink
    June 8, 2011 6:44 pm

    I’m so glad that I’m not the only one who has bagged up shells held captive all over the place. Field trip to the beach!

  6. July 2, 2011 2:26 pm

    oh, I have missed your writing!!!

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