It smells nice

I was sitting in my armchair last evening, listening to some music on a radio. It was warm in a living room and after many, too many months it smelled of freshly baked bread. It was funny how quickly I have forgotten how much of everything I have to put together for a dough, and how long I should bake it.
A colleague brought quinces yesterday to work. I took two of them home with me, and enjoyed in their nice smell all afternoon. It is amazing how certain things can bring pleasure into life.