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November 26, 2003 06:42 PM

Change

I love mass tumultuous change, with consistent, reliable, comforting details. This may be best described with airline flight. I love the motion, the earth hurtling by beneath us, as we head for certain unknown.

I have one airline. I fly only them, when possible (most always), and I wait, hopeful for its familiar smells and tastes. I love their coffee. I'm a coffee snob, yet I love the taste of this one airline's coffee. It comforts me in its consistency. Also, I love the handsoap in the lav. Weird that I would notice. Plebian in quality, it has that ever-so-faint aroma of flowers. Hibisucss, perhaps? Ever present, always reliable.

It doesn't matter if I'm playa-crusted in first class, freshly shaven in an exit row, or just generally alive, these two scents are always there to ground me in the reality of change.

(Interesting to note the new importance of scent: natural women, pot-tinged rooms, rose hips, pages of a new book, air travel, sandalwood women, and my own beeswax lips.)