If silence had a scent, it would smell like a foggy, tuesday morning,

When the damp, spooky clouds leave the skies to greet people,

Embracing you, blurring your vision,

Their moisture filling your nostrils.

If silence had a scent, it would smell like if mother nature had cried just the night before,

Her tears remaining on the plants as dew,

Making the scent of the earth more prominent,

All while chilling the air of the day.

If you were to sit in quietness,

With your train of thought on its tracks,

The smell will waft through your soul,

And you’ll either feel a sense of tranquility or unease.

(Sorry this is so short and I didn’t post yesterday 😭 I haven’t really felt like writing recently)