Preskoči na glavni sadržaj

Postovi

Prikazuju se postovi od listopada 8, 2013

“When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of?"

“When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?"
Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit. I smell hot bread baking. I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf. I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. 
"I don't smell anything," she said.” 
― George R.R. MartinA Feast for Crows
My answer would be slightly different than Arya's, but it is fascinating how the smell can bring memories back in such a vivid way. For me the smell of candles brings memories of nights in a house by the sea...both cold and warm, winter and summer evenings, strangely similar, endlessly long...the sensation of hot wax on my fingertips and the little wax creations that I used to make...The smell of candles burning...being lulled to sleep by the s…

Rainy day in Split (photography) / Kišni dan u Splitu (fotografija)