Friday, September 09, 2011

Scents


I walked to work this morning, 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 burnt toast and musty rug. Outside, I smelled the lingering rain on the sidewalk, a whiff of the Dove conditioner in my hair. As I walked, there was a hint of earth and dead, early-autumn leaves. A hot metal twang to the subway car rumbling 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 dog who had just rolled around in the grass. I fly to London tomorrow. I wonder what smells that will bring.

4 comments:

Hol said...

You know, of course. Wet wool. Crispy fried fish. Close rain. Pungent tea. Unwashed hair. Oily skin, and crisp currant buns. Enjoy. Love you, Girl. ~ Holly

Shannon @ nwaMotherlode said...

Hi, Molly. I just picked up your book today and can't wait to read more. Just wanted to tell you so. Can I say it's "scent-sational" or will I get booed off your blog?

Megan said...

Can't wait to hear about London!

Molly said...

Thanks, ladies! I had SUCH a good time in London. It definitely smelled like tea.