Every night that I walk home from the bus stop, I go through an apartment complex that has a little woods/pond area in the middle. Very peaceful, also a bit creepy at night.
When I get to the part where I'm walking past the creepy woods, I'm always distracted by the smell of burning wood - the peaceful and warm hearth kind of fire smell.
Last night, the smell had a different variation. And I was instantly taken back to our little street in Greystones where the peat fires burned from late October far into the winter.
That familiar pleasant, yet disturbing scent of burning peat moss. It was sweet and rank at the same time, but you always wanted to smell more.
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