The Smell of Love

The wonderful night has come to an end. In the chilly morninig I wake up and realize that my bedroom is empty once again.

While brushing my teeth mechanilcally in front of the mirror, my nose suddenly detects something that's very, very sweet.

That's the smell of her hair that still clings to my hand.

Desperately, I try to lock in that smell, to not let it go.

But how could that be possible? Could I stop breathing?

Breathe out one more time, and the smell will be gone.....
And then you breathe in, and behold ! the whole intrusive world is coming:

the smell of soap and dirty laundry, of morning newspaper that dutifully informs
you about every boming on Gaza strip, of a cup of coffee that maybe tasteful or tasteless, of subway train (and of course all sorts of deodorants)........

The smell of the powerful, gigantic, mundane world........