Tuesday the wind carried so many smells on its wings. Sweet pancakes off the griddle. Pizza. Cucumber.

In the morning, I walked the path of a woman that I did not see; her perfume lingered in the path I walked. Musk and deep woodsy notes…mind went in many directions and contemplated the many layers that go into the creation of a fragrance: An art and science.

Later that day, same level of the parking garage, where I smelled the perfume in the morning, blueberries or fruit punch…I wasn’t right outside of restaurants during any of these occasions…the aromas carried in the wind stronger than usual. Each was a delight and made me pause.

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