Words + Images

So the writing prompt is to describe a scent.  Okay.  Let’s see.  There are things that I wonder if they have a scent like cotton still on the vine, or beeswax candles, freshed formed and still dripping.  Cherry leaves all bereft after their cherry children have been picked.  Hay!  I know hay must have a scent, but I have never walked through a field of it before.  The sun.  Are there people in the world who can smell sunlight?  And if those people exist, then surely there must be people who smell the moon.  Colors suddenly flashed through my head.  What’s the connection between scents and colors for me?  Yellow is lemon.  Green is lime or forest.  Orange is citrus.  Red is cinnamon or cherry.  Blue is sky.  And sky smells … clean.  White is silk and soft.  Black is velvet and warm.  Brown is bark and trapped.  Gold is honey and thick, so sweet, and clear and binding.  In a romance, I could write he dripped it on my skin.  No … He poured a thin trail of honey, a web of honey!  That’s kinky.  My mind does wander with this prompt.  Butterflies must be blue and green and gold.  A chill wind and warm fire?  They smell of smoke and love.