Scents

I walked to work thismorning, a long stroll through the lifting fog. It’s been a hazy week of rain.The moment I left my apartment and shut the door behind me, I could smell burnttoast and musty rug. Outside, I smelled the lingering rain on the sidewalk, awhiff of the Dove conditioner in my hair. As I walked, there was a hint ofearth and dead, early-autumn leaves. A hot metal twang to the subway carrumbling by. I could smell the flowery perfume of a woman on her way to work,the coffee from a café with an open door, and the familiar wet scent of a dogwho had just rolled around in the grass. I fly to London tomorrow. I wonderwhat smells that will bring.