Since the step-function arrival
of Autumn a few days ago, the air has been sharp and cool and filled with a perfectly delicious smell. Describing smells is futile, but I can loosely categorize it as one of the background notes in tobacco smoke, also detectable in roses.
This aroma is absolutely unique because it enters my house.
Normally my house admits and retains only bad smells: dog poop, diesel, lawn herbicides. It loves diesel most of all. One Dodge diesel pickup drives past, and I'm inhaling diesel for a half hour.
Even when a fine smell is strong and persistent outside, I can't force it to come in. This one comes in and settles in every room without any help.
Thanks, Nature! Nice compensation for the steady enervating heat of August.
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Artistic sidenote: Yes, I know. Four cartoon characters without noses,
supposedly sniffing and appreciating a nice smell. It's a cartoon, dammit.