Trudging up a monster hill
muscles screaming
lungs tightening
mind cursing
my aged body,
a quick blast of 
deep majestic lilac
wafts beneath my nose – 
suddenly transporting me to
riding my bike
swinging on swings
running up our long stone driveway
with a handful of purple softness
to surprise my mom.
Now
at the top of the monster hill,
I wonder 
if she even remembers 
how much she loved 
plunging her nose 
into my makeshift bouquet of 
lilacs?