Day 144: Under the Hammocks

(Rough Draft)

When I went outside it smelled like the past. A memory I had from somewhere else, not this place, somewhere back in my memory. It smelled clean, can nature smell clean? Not like clean dishes or fresh laundry out of the dryer, almost like it had just rained, but it hadn’t rained. It’s been cold lately, not freezing but there has been a distinct chill in the air. It might be in the 40’s or 50’s, which is some of my favorite temps, I think the cold air made everything smell good.