this morning #408.

this morning, scents of sausages swirled around & brought her back to her college apartment, where she & her then-boyfriend existed mostly on meats donated to their poor college student diet by the butcher downstairs. thankfully, many aspects of her life had gone through an upgrade since those days, starting with the boyfriend. the current one was gainfully employed & could afford to have fresh lamb sausages delivered from a farm upstate. home was now more than one room. in fact, it was more than one home. this particular one was not directly above a butcher shop but there were probably a few of them down in the valley below.