The Scent of Things to Come...

I am extremely grateful today for my sense of smell.

Of the senses, I think it is the one we probably think we could live without, if ever forced to part with one. Sight and Hearing rank highest on the totem pole. Then I think Touch and Taste are next, though I could go back and forth as to which order to put them in. But Smell, poor Smell, is usually overlooked. Sure, we notice when something smells bad, but how often do we really take the time to notice when something smells good? In thinking of this, I automatically start thinking of food, which leads me again back to Taste, leaving poor Smell in the dust.

Last night, when I came home from work, there was a very pungent odor in the air -- the kind of scent that hits your nose and you instantly know something isn't right.
We had a gas leak. In the house we just moved into 2 days prior.
We were able to get the gas company out and have everything fixed before any catastrophes occurred -- after all, a gas leak and a spark could mean devastation.

So thank you, little nose.
Thank you, sense of Smell.
Where my eyes and ears, tongue and fingers all failed, you saved us.