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
laundry
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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