Scents of the City on an Evening Ride

HandlebarsThe 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?

Author: Gretchen Fauske

I love Anchorage. I love what it is, what it's been, and what I dream it will be. I share my adventures with DJ (my husband), my fabulous family and friends, two frenchies named Grover and Teddy, and now, all of you. If you love Anchorage too, get in touch - guest posts are welcome!