No flowers will ever be as pretty as the ones from your childhood.
Grass will never smell as strong as the grass you rolled in as a kid.
Have you ever found honeysuckle that smelled as sweet as the kind you found at nine years old?
When you think of the smell of a rose, you don’t think of the rose you smelled this summer. You’re remembering the dark pink bush from your grandfather’s garden.
Autumn smells wonderful these days…but nothing like it smelled in your parents’ back yard.
And you’ve never found a butterfly as beautiful as the one you chased when you were seven.
Has the world gotten less beautiful and vibrant?
Or have your senses just gotten older?