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valkryorI stepped outside this morning for my usual walk to work and was astounded by how good everything smelled. Wet grass, wet leaves, wet flowers, wet cedar mulch all carried on a gentle breeze, perfuming the world. I found the near-overload of my olfactory sense centering and rejuvenating.
It was so wonderfully fragrant that I wanted to call everyone I knew and get them to stand outside and just breathe. :)
But I didn't, because, well, unless you have to be up, 6:30 on a Saturday morning is cruel and unusual. ;)
The only downside to my walk was when the air changed after a low rumble of thunder. I could feel my lungs start to constrict and I was panting by the time I got to work. I thought, at first, that I was congested and sick, but the air clinging to me like wet cotton is a pretty good indicator that it's all weather, baby.
It was so wonderfully fragrant that I wanted to call everyone I knew and get them to stand outside and just breathe. :)
But I didn't, because, well, unless you have to be up, 6:30 on a Saturday morning is cruel and unusual. ;)
The only downside to my walk was when the air changed after a low rumble of thunder. I could feel my lungs start to constrict and I was panting by the time I got to work. I thought, at first, that I was congested and sick, but the air clinging to me like wet cotton is a pretty good indicator that it's all weather, baby.
