rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Sniffing the Air

The smell of midsummer is here. The day is redolent of ripe leaves and desiccated grasses, decayed flowers and dried earth, and pine resin. There are probably some deer droppings in there, too, but I can't pick them out. Altogether, it is a sweet smell, with pungent overtones. In the evening, it will be supplemented by the smell of dinners cooking, and then by the dampness rising from sprinkled lawns in the cool hour before sunset. Blindfolded, I might be able to tell the time of day by the scent of the air.


I think that Juno may be hoarding my e-mail again. Not a single thing today, not even spam. There's always spam!

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