I believe there are sights and smells that take people away to another place or time. They are just so familiar, they take you back to a moment. It could be the smell of fresh cut grass, chlorine in a pool, or maybe the smell of fish off the shoreline. For me, there is one that gets me every time. The smell of burning diesel. Yuck, right? But I love the smell so very much.
I’ve never really owned land, in the big sense. Nothing more than a backyard for me. But I do know people who have some, and they have been kind enough to let me pretend it was mine for short periods. Well, maybe they didn’t know I was pretending it was mine. But nonetheless they let me make use of it freely. I believe there is nothing better than being free to experience a place with no limits.