Monday, April 16, 2012

eye spy: I scent edition

All the smells are heavy in my nose, in the air...

wet dirt

wet pavement

a poplar's buds, dripping sap

a cigarette

wet dog


wet grass

tonight's one of those nights where walking the streets feels like the right thing to do. The air is still a novelty after winter, but heavy like midsummer. Fog is clouding the street, my hair jumps to ringlets the moment I walk out the door. If my eyes could stay open I'd walk all night.

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