With eyes wide open

Have you ever had that feeling... walking down the street and catching a scent of perfume,that immediately fills your body with warmth and gives your skin goosebumps, slight blush to your cheeks... You are taking a deeper breath, so that scent can bring a deeper and a more vivid picture from your memory, a picture of person who wears the same scent, a picture of the certain moment that gives you a slight shiver somewhere very deep inside but you still concerned that someone may notice. You had no idea your brain was hiding that memory, lulled it until that smell brought it back. It puts a faint smile to your face... Just a simple scent.

Or you hear a song and it takes you to the place where you listened to it,where you've been very happy. And then when you thinking of that moment that song will play in your memory, there is one that takes me to my childhood, scorching the bike through the green field and feeling the wind and the rain that has just started and drops that were so light are now hitting my face hard,making me slow down, turn my head and look at my partner in crime who slowed down too. We rode to the pond and ran into the water singing our most favorite song, spinning around and making circles on the water,laughing and turning our faces up,exposing to the rain. We were holding hands and dancing and singing in the water in such a heavy rain that we could barely hear each other... It's so vivid,I'm looking at it just like I was there yesterday,though it was many years ago. Time flies so fast... I would do it now, fly home, call my best friend, grab the bikes and repeat that memory, maybe get lucky and catch a rain. This is what I want to always have, my inner child to live, not to become an adult restrained by all the society rules and norms in a best meaning. I don't remember her scent as we were to young to wear any but I remember the scent of fresh cut grass and the scent of the rainy air.

But I'm thinking are we all completely grow up and self contained? Can we still look to the world like a child does with the eyes wide open ready for the little miracles to come or we are so much adults we do not believe in miracles anymore?