Heaven Scent

It’s Friday eve, the week has been unmercifully slow. Snail’s pace was too fast of a depiction. I was headed to the train station like I did most days. It was only on rare occasions where I’d actually drive in to work. The traffic was too treacherous to sit in day in and day out, I’d rather commute than to deal with that nonsense. As I make my into the breezeway I reach for my wallet to retrieve my card for the train station. “Fuck”, I forgot that I switched to a new wallet last night. I probably didn’t put the card in this new one. In fact I know I didn’t, I remember seeing it on my night stand just this morning. Crazy how things are right in our presence, yet are the furthest from our minds.

I turned back to head to the kiosk, and was struck by the sweetest most alluring of scents. Immediately my head turned back to the direction in which I had departed. Frozen in place I watched as she moved like she were a figure skater. Everything and everyone around her disappeared. I observed as her flowing hair bounced past her shoulders that were high with confidence. Her business suit skirt accented her curves immaculately. I lost all train of thought as she faded from view. I finally made it to the kiosk to get a new card and load it with a few rides. “She sure made my morning better” I thought to myself. The power of our senses though, I was captivated and hadn’t even seen her face. Only graced with her alluring aroma, and yet my day was already looking up.

I‘d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking for her low key after I made it through the gates to wait for the train. I couldn’t make her though amongst the swarm of people. I turned on my music and proceeded to wait on the tram to come. I looked at my watch, I noticed it was running a few minutes late this morning. Didn’t alter my mood though, BJ The Chicago Kid Ft. Chance The Rapper “Church” had me feeling good as well. Chance killed that verse. I heard the train horn as it was fast approaching. The doors opened and the masses began to file in to the cars. I always stood, like a real gentleman would when there were women who could use a seat. I see some of these young cats have no regard. Different cloth indeed I was etched from. As the doors start close Ms. Heaven Scent squeezes in. She’s facing me and my frame somewhat towers over hers. She was as cute as can be in the face too. I was hit again with a slightly fainter whiff of her aroma.