Seasonal Changes, etc.

At night, when it’s as dark as the city can be, you smell the onset of climatic change. Now, as I’m peering out my rear window at the woman shaving her legs and the man reading in bed, I am deeply breathing in the scent of fair weather. It is in the air, for sure. Fleeting, but as with everywhere else, you can smell the seasons. In my opinion, of course, it’s always best at night.