i had a couple moments today where a certain smell or angle of light remind me of the ol' days. i meant to post about this a week or so ago, when i had a similar experience.

first, back yonder during the storms, i was walking around campus. and it smelled like rain. divine. it reminded me of how back home, when it rained, the next day the ground would be filled with earthworms. we would be all excited and go play with the little creatures. ahhh.

next, on the little creatures note. i was walking between the anthropology and language and literature buildings this morning. the way the sun was coming through the trees, and the smell on the wind, reminded me of catching caterpillars. it was definitely the smell of caterpillar hunting. we would catch them, and put them in old margarine tubs. DON"T FORGET TO PUNCTURE THE TOP, THE CATERPILLARS WILL DIE!

walking home. two apartment complexes west of mine had a sprinkler going on the lawn. we had a play treehouse thing at our last house in illinois. and we would put the sprinkler near it so that we could swing on the rope from the fort part through the water around to the net. the pool was always too cold.