🌿 It smells like... grandma's tablecloth
White, with embroidery.
A little starched,
and holding the scent of lavender from the chest of drawers.

Every Easter morning it appeared on the table,
and it was already clear from it:
it all began.

🍞 It smells like... Easter cakes with icing
This smell penetrates the house,
even before you open your eyes.

It wakes up not the stomach,
but the heart.
Because behind it are smiles,
kisses on the cheek, the clink of spoons
and the joy of being together.

🧴 It smells like... soap from childhood
The one we were washed with when we were especially important.
It smells like cleanliness, new clothes,
and the desire to please - even God.

🥚 It smells like... egg paint
Strong. Sweet. Bright.
Your fingers smelled of this aroma all day.
And you felt like an artist,
whose most important mission is to paint spring.

And now, as an adult...
Easter smells like silence.
Deep confidence,
that everything will definitely be fine.

Even if you don't bake Easter cakes.
Even if you're alone.
Even if there's no basket, candle, or ribbon.

You remember the smell.
Which means Easter is with you.

NASTYA🩷