The false cult of buy-in-positivity with their pastel tinted artisanally faded pictures, plastered with wholesale quotes & additive hashtags wouldn’t touch this with a barge pole covered in angels’ prayers. That’s how you know it’s good.
Good, like the smell of earth disturbed after a heavy rainfall.
Or the bubblegum kiss you didn’t expect. And now even after 30 years, you still get a spring in your step, when you catch a faint whiff of it as you pass a stranger by.