Prompt: The smell of fresh mint

I walked along the deer path, the smell of fresh mint enveloping me. It was early spring and early morning, crisp, clean, cold. Where was I headed? Into the world after a long winter's hibernation. As I walked, trying so hard to feel each breath with every one of my senses and each and every deliberate step on the pebbled path, I thought about these random things: the oil that had to be changed, the vacuuming to be done, hairs to be coiffed, lawns badly in need of a mow and the endless rows of candies that would not crush themselves. And then, just at the brink of being overwhelmed with thoughts of ceaseless responsibility, the mint, always the smell of fresh mint, tugged me back to the present with its sharp, pungent call.