Smells from the past

Yesterday evening I was out on my porch working, when a smell from the past came to visit me. It was the smell of honeysuckles and spring wrapped up in a 65 to 70 degree evening. The essences of the evening carried me back to vacation memories of my child hood. As a Child the very first week after the end of school our family would pile into the family car and Travel to Tennessee, to see relatives, to have fun and to be free.
Since our family car didn’t have air-conditioning we usually traveled at night with the windows open, and that 65 degree honeysuckle smell following us all the way to Tennessee. That same smell visited me last night on my pourch, and took me back to that car, those trips and to a better time, when the cares of the world, had not yet learned how to wear me down, a time when my Dad could do no wrong, a time when my Dad would protect us for anything that should come. It was so good to visit that place, if only for a second, and if only in my memories.