The moment I did, I was instantly whisked back to being a little girl, standing in my grandma's driveway. Hyacinths and bluebells lined the walk to the side door, and I stopped to drink in their scent. I can see vividly my mom's van parked on the side of the street, right along the grass. I can see my grandma waving from the kitchen window and then hear her voice call out from the top of the stairs, "Hello, Erin Byrne!" I can hear the squeak of the screen door as I pull it open, and see her waiting for me on the top step. I can feel that feeling I would get, the feeling of delightful anticipation of all the fun to come. And then I race up the stairs into my grandma's waiting arms.
All that in the parking lot of Canadian Tire, thanks to a single hyacinth bloom. Amazing. I'm so glad I stopped to smell the flowers.