Aromatrack

I can smell it! Like a new car, or fresh cut grass, it is so Proustian. The air flits through nostrils and wham, I’m there. The curves the lines no end no beginning. From a child fascinated by the structure to an adult that has spent countless hours working, living and loving here. The track smells, of rubber and then sweat, in such a way that I forgot how invigorating it is until I smell it again.