Last night I went out, yes, occasionally I allow myself some frivolity. All in all the place, I did not know, I liked it, an alternative without exaggerating, from the first moment reminded me of a party of a Boston college, not that I've actually never participated in a celebration of an American college, or ever been to Boston.
Apart from the location a bit 'particular, there was nothing special: a large room, two tables for drinks, but the atmosphere was relaxed, festive, without being contrived. Probably we will come back.
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| Professor Fullin |
settle for an amateur video made during a performance.
Anyway, back to the topic of the post. Great night, I was not so much, come home at night, after chatting with a dear friend river, I needed to vent a bit '.
to deal with structured mastery all five senses. For me, the smell is a gentle way, I mean they are absolutely sensitive to the stubborn odors.
Rarely, however, cherish a memory that is above all a sense of smell. My memories are usually visual and auditory, although in reality I should say only visual, because for me the sounds are first of all light, color, sensation described with adjectives of their sight.
I am complicating the post, I realize.
back this morning, the scent imprinted in my brain was insistent, real. For it, I reconnected the memory trace of the evening. The pleasant scent of an interesting person. Who knows
if I will have to smell that sweet smell of new, fresh, indelible.
