I opened the front door this morning and stepped outside to a clear sunny sky, with the faint but unmistakable scent of bushfires on the breeze. It's the first time I have smelt that this summer, and my first thought was "well, it's officially summer". When I think of summer in terms of scent, it's the smells of childhood summers that define it, sunscreen lotion, ocean salt, chlorine, jasmine, rubber thongs on hot footpaths, lemon-lime splice, the waft of hot vinyl and old carpet from the car when you first opened the door (and having to put a towel on the seat first so you didn't burn the back of your legs when you sat down), sausages on the BBQ half a block away, the indescribable scent of hot tarmac 5 minutes after the afternoon storm has passed by, and smoke from the bushfires invariably surrounding the outer suburbs. All to the soundtrack of cicadas.
Passing by Hyde Park this morning all the sprinklers were chit-chit-chitting away and I was almost overcome by the urge to get off the bus and go and run through the sprinklers :) I would have been late (and wet) getting to work, but I'm still wishing I had...
Passing by Hyde Park this morning all the sprinklers were chit-chit-chitting away and I was almost overcome by the urge to get off the bus and go and run through the sprinklers :) I would have been late (and wet) getting to work, but I'm still wishing I had...
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Date: 2009-01-14 02:41 am (UTC)