Blog #3 Leafy Treasures

 

    I reach into my purse, past the crumbled receipts from my many trips to Trader Joe’s and the unnecessary amount of scrunchies. The tips of my fingers touch the cold tin box at the bottom of my purse. I pull the little box out of my purse, which sits in my palms, still lined with the plastic wrap from when I purchased it. The crunchy wrapping tears beneath my fingertips give me chills. I accidentally scratched the box, and goosebumps ran across my arm. It gives the same feeling as nails on a chalkboard, and that’s the last thing I’m trying to think of before my husband gets back in the car. My fingers search for the opening of the container as I look at the chartreuse-colored tin. I find the opening and put my fingernail beneath the opening. It pops under little pressure. I reach into the box of beautifully colored leaf-shaped treasures and pop one in my mouth. It’s a hot day, and sitting at the gas station, waiting for my husband to put gas in our car, builds to the stagnant heat. 

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    The minute this sweet little treasure touches the tip of my tongue, I am transported to a field of open earth. The air shifts within me as I allow this to melt in my mouth. I feel clean, and the grassy taste fills my mouth. I sit in a hot car, but I don’t have a care in the world, for I am on a ride somewhere with the windows down and the ocean beside me with my newly found treasure. 

I crunch down on my grassy little friend, and I’m hit with an even bigger explosion of herbaceous and oceanic notes.

    I can’t resist popping another one in my mouth. The pieces play in my mouth like marbles in a silk pouch. The sound of them bumping into each other draws the attention of my little one. I move them around even louder than before so he can hear the click-clacking in my mouth. I pop one in his mouth, and he immediately spits it out. I guess he doesn’t want to be in a grassy meadow by the beach like me. I find it funny when he looks down at the small sage-colored treasure. 

The treasure itself is shaped like a fallen leaf, etched with the same characteristics that a leaf has. 

I consider adding this one to the ones in my mouth but decide to toss it out the window. The warmth of the air touches my face as I see my husband approaching from the passenger window. I quickly munch, crunch down on my little leaves, and await his return. My breath is cold as I inhale. I close the little tin and put it back in my purse. 

    My husband sits beside me and reaches over the console for a kiss, I kiss him tenderly, and he pulls back with a smile on his face. 

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