Orange blossoms.
Beautiful, budding, only-in-Arizona orange blossoms.
I love smelling them at night as I pull up to the house from work, and the flood of memories they bring. They mark the anticipation of Summer, teasing my nose and telling me it is just within reach. I love closing my eyes and breathing it in, remembering simpler days - of laughter and pretend, of sunsets and sunny days. The beginning of my childhood that I remember most vividly, and the beginning of growing up. Sweet and wonderful, indescribable.
That, right there, is my favorite smell in the entire world.
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