Smells sometimes trigger a memory inside of us. Some people enjoy the aroma of a good Chardonnay. Others remember fondly the scented markers from their childhood. I am partial to the smell of fresh rain on hot asphalt.
Today the rain began to fall. It was just long enough since that has occurred. However, it was not one of the warmest days. But the smell outside wasn’t of water on pavement. The smell outside reminded me of Disneyland. Heck everything these days reminds me of Disneyland.
Disneyland. Best place ever. A place I want to go to right now because the rain is transforming into snow and back again near my home. But in the early mornings at Disneyland, there is a smell emanating from the sidewalk. A smell of freshly hosed off cement slowly evaporating in the sun as it crests over the horizon.
The scent of skanky-ass recycled water.