You know how sometimes a smell can trigger a memory? One of the fragrances of the deodorant I use (Lynx/Axe) reminds me of a backpackers hostel I staid in in Brisbane over five years ago. The smell of fresh flowers reminds me of cycling holidays I used to take with my family over fifteen years ago. And the dominant smell in the city today reminds me of when I was in Sydney, also five years ago, when the forests around Sydney were on fire and the city was filled with smoke from those bushfires. I had heard about the bushfires in North and East Victoria on the news, but today the city was covered in a thick blanket of smoke. For some reason the smell of that gives me a relaxed feeling. This is possibly because the same smell was present when I spent time on the tropical Fraser Island also about five years ago and controlled burn-offs were in progress to prevent bushfires from occuring. For some reason my mind decided to link the smell of smoke to a relaxing experience, and that’s fine with me.