The Smell

Every town and season has a different smell. This week it smelled like summer in Redding. The scent of roasted dirt, not just any dirt, red dirt. Only red dirt can smell the way it does, deep, earthy, with tones of hot molten rock. Oak trees that begin to shed their leaves contribute to the airborne breeze. Lingering in the breeze a wooden musk so gentle between the red dirt and chlorine. An occasional sniff of pine or is it redwood that drifts along the summer breeze. Ah the joys of summer when that nose is pleasantly surprised at all it finds along the gentle summer breeze.