a scent of you

I smelled Jasmine tonight. I was reminded of why summer can be so magical, with its warm breeze playing with your hair, and the promise of stars, even in my polluted city. Rosie Thomas plays in my ears and my mind is far away. My feet are free from these sandals and my toes wiggling in the sand. I hear the sound of seagulls and the waters rushing back and forth. The sound of you almost escapes my lips, but I smell that Jasmine seeping through, almost as if it became my own scent.
I wish to close my eyes and stay at the tip of the sea, for, well, until I fully wake up.