The other night, we went for a short bike ride. It was one of those glowing evenings; the rain had just stopped, the sun was setting over the inlet, everything was still green but there was a crispy hint of the fall yet to come.
We biked through town, savoring being out on such a fine night.
Usually, if I’m being active outside, I detest a whiff of something besides clear, clean air. When I used to ski race, an unsuspecting lungful of perfume, cigarettes, or once, pot, would infuriate me (and somehow, it always seemed to be on a long, torturous uphill). But on this bike ride, I relished all of the different scents of the city as we cruised along:
- Newly cut grass
- The neighbors grilling with charcoal
- A quick lilt of flowers
- Dog poop (didn’t relish this one so much…)
- Fresh laundry
- A sweet and sour soup (or maybe something else completely, but I imagined it as sweet and sour soup)
Isn’t it amazing how scent so subtly underscores our experiences? What are your favorite scents?