A morning that smells

Every summer I wait for a morning that smells like this morning smelled.

Once upon a time I lived down in Hollywood, Florida. I didn’t care for it very much, it wasn’t the happiest time of my life, but I loved the early mornings because they smelled good. I was about 3½ miles from the ocean so there was always a light breeze, and in the mornings the breeze was cool and carried just the smallest hint of moisture hidden inside. It smelled good.

That Florida morning smell is rare up here in Minnesota. Sometimes there’s a cool morning breeze, but it’s dry. Most summer mornings there’s no breeze at all and too much humidity in the air. It’s rare that the combination is just right for my needs.

Today I stepped outside for a walk and it was there. A light, cool breeze with just the slightest drop of moisture hiding inside. It was a smell that made me forget the thoughts and worries swirling around inside my head on a Friday morning and I had to stop and just smell the air. I closed my eyes and raised my head and sniffed like a dog searching for a scent that’s only in their nose and head. It was a long-ago smell and it smelled good. It was my Florida morning small.

#happy