Sometimes a whiff and we are transported back in time,
To a time long ago, fraught with memories.
I often drive by a house, which look like one of those houses in the village,
And something would pull at my heart strings.
We, so full of feelings, emotions, so varied and mixed.
Often so haunting.
And so I sit, my eyes looking back into the past.
Deep deep into the past.
Thinking yet not thinking.
The Quiet Land 