Smells Like Summer

A damp and familiar smell just wafted up to my window.

It’s the smell of a Delaware summer, of Erockfest in Garrett’s backyard, of late night drives on rain-slicked roads through the half-countryside of Newark, of parking lots and summer warmth after a blockbuster movie, of poolside jivin’ to Kenny Loggins (which everyone can agree on) or Frank Black (which only Patch and I like), of barbecues and cold IPAs and lazy afternoons, of grass clippings and edge trimmings and all the trappings of summertime at home.

Amazing, really, the power of a simple scent. It can take me from zero to homesick in two seconds.