When I was little my dad would sing this song with the line, "I'm going back to where I come from, where the lilac blooms they smell so sweet they almost make you sick" or something like that.
Today I grabbed an almost-bloomed bunch from the tree and smelled it deeply on my way to work. They smell of these tiny lavender flowers is really transforming. When I arrived at work it was a snap back to reality. I wasn't in the lilac row by my patio, but in a parking lot and really? My car smelled like dust.
I don't know the name of that song, or the rest of the lyrics, but I should ask my dad soon. I should record him singing it.
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I hear you.
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