8: Home is the smell of sea spray on my face as the tide rolls in.

It is the smell of smoked meat as the flames and ash rise in the air. It is smell of coconut oil on golden brown skin. Home is the smell of oil and fish wafting through the kitchen as I walk through the doors. It is the smell of vacuumed carpets and lemon pledge on … Continue reading 8: Home is the smell of sea spray on my face as the tide rolls in.