Monday, 31 August 2015

The Scent of Leather: A Little Slice of Heaven

Normally I would be very candid about this confession.
But I am sure you will agree with me.
There are some small, simple things in life
which makes us stop,
and for a moment,
a single drifting moment,
we lose ourselves in complete Nirvana.

Such it is
with the sweet smell
of leather

Not just any leather,
but the quality of the leather attached to an item.
A personal item.
A treasure.
Something worthwhile and purposeful.
Something useful that has meaning.
Something that holds my secrets
and is part of me.

I received a new leather binder a while ago.
It feels heavy.
It is smooth and seductive.
It fills the senses with the intoxicating aroma
of well-crafted leather.

I stop
I breath in
slowly, ever slowly
I hold my breath
and feel the flood of calming emotions

This is my confession
my hidden vice
my secret pleasure.
I love leather.

What better way to be centred with the earth.
It is rich and deep and strong and filling.

I just like it.


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