Maybe not mortal danger, but I did slow way down and could have been rear ended (had there been any other traffic on the highway, which there wasn't. But there could have been.)
The heat of the flames and the smell of the smoke reminded me of fall nights and bonfires and Girl Scout camp and S'mores.
People who know such things say that a smell can evoke memories better than any other sense. I think that might be the case for me. My Grandma Flo smelled like Jergen's lotion. I can't smell it without thinking of her but I don't know of anything that I could see and have the same reaction.
Right after I graduated from law school, I lusted for a bottle of Gucci perfume. It was very expensive (@ $30 which was completely out of my price range. Thirty dollars could buy a lot of food for my 3 year old son) and often I would go into a store in Dodge City that had a perfume counter and test it. I loved the fragrance and it felt so sophisticated. A friend bought it for me for Christmas which was a really nice thing for him to do and quite uncharacteristic as he was pretty much a total asshole. Anyway, about 3 years ago, I found that same perfume on eBay and bought it. The fragrance takes me back to that perfume counter and it's as if I'm 28 again just beginning my career journey.
Think about a smell that transports you to a special place.
Don't do this on burrito night.
