#mylovaboxa

Good morning everyone. Although I quite enjoy them and I'm always grateful, I typically don't reply to the kind comments my friends occasionally add to a post of mine. I had to make an exception on my recent photo post: NO MIKE NO! 😄 Why you ask? I'll be very happy to answer that. First of all you can blame Kevin for starting it, and then counting him, several of my dearest long time friends stopped by. I won't mention them all here, but you can check the comments on that post or the tags below if you want to check them out. I promise you won't regret your decision. I believe a couple of them may have even started on Tumblr before me, and that was quite a while back. Lastly, I have a special (at least to me) way of closing these good morning posts. So what say you, Shall we go for the big finish? Okay, here goes. If no one's told you yet today, let me be the first to say... I love you, Mike 🩷 P.S. I kind of forgot the nostalgic part, but that's enough for now.

**Accompanying @mylovaboxa's piece "Green Again". Inspiration! May we inspire you!!

The female scent is my favourite. The pheromones, the sensory overload. It shuts my brain off and drives me wild. I love it. And the smell that makes me feel most comfortable is actually one I never smell anymore: when I was a child I spent lots of time at my grandparent’s farm. At Sundays the whole family would get together in their living room to drink coffee, talk, and smoke. The smell of a smoke filled room with a lingering hint of freshly made coffee plays heavily on my sense of nostalgia. The summer sun would shine through a gap between the closed drapes in a golden ray, caught by the swirling fading blue of cigarette smoke. Life was good. Very unhealthy behaviour though. Which is why you can’t find that smell anywhere anymore. It’s for the best. 

Thank youuu! 🩵