The scent of fresh flowers.

[Made for experimenting, published cause I'm done with it.] You had a spot, “your” spot. Buried deep in the city park amongst the skyscrapers and potholes. It was a calm space filled with flowers, centuries old trees, even a historical stone bridge and a crystal clear stream that flowed through almost in defiance of the societal filth surrounding the park like a besieged kingdom. Today was one of those days you had to get away after life had closed in on you.