Something Beautiful

Something beautiful and refreshing is about to happen.
I can smell it. Ever lingering so lightly, wafting towards me in wisps of tenderness.
Yes, like the delicious smell of the brownies I was making drifting from the oven.
Even at the end the brownies turned out charred,
intoxicated was I in its promising and delectable aroma,
intoxicated was I in my hopes that they would turn out perfect.
And those were the memories that last.