Brief Travels Back in Time

The hum of the drum of the washing machine,
Bubbles and bounce, making everything clean.
So many scents that I can never quite place,
But wish I could grasp, and always embrace.
The sun setting on a summery day,
Or when the rising sun hits in a certain way.
Laying on the grass with nothing else to do,
Barefooted and blissed, with a tune or two.
The scent of bread, wafting through the air,
Dangling my legs without a worry or care,
Looking up to see an array of stars in the sky,
Or hearing the distant sound of a train go by.
Curled up cosy in my nice, warm bed,
Waking up naturally with a happy, rested head.
Hot chocolate, thunder and lightning, and hammering rain,
Hearing it's rhythm beating upon the window pane.
All these and more allow me brief travels in time,
Some barely detectable, but all beautifully sublime.