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
Not just any leather,
but the quality of the leather attached to an item.
A personal item.
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 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.