Over the couple weeks when I’ve gone out first thing in the morning for the run, I’ve noticed the change. Gettin’ a bit cooler, and the scent of honeysuckle in the air.
At least, what I imagine honeysuckle would smell like, as I don’t know what it looks like, or smells like. But as I run along a certain stretch, there is a sweet smell.
It’s a comforting smell. It’s one of those smells you’re familiar with because it’s a timeless scent of nature. You smelled it outside when you were a kid, whether that was one year ago, or a hundred.
It’s that “back to school” smell, too, whether that’s actually at school or at home this year. Either way, the nature smells are there. Freshly cut grass. Or when you can tell it’s going to rain in a minute.
It’s all usually leading into Labor Day weekend.
Time was, you’d have part of your weekend carved out for the Jerry Lewis telethon.
That’s long gone, or at least I haven’t bothered to watch it since Jerry left.
And even then, the fascination of staying up late when I was a kid slowly transformed into the cynical adult watching to see what kind of train wreck Jerry would create.
I’ve never given much thought to what Jerry smelled like.
That’s for the best.
Enjoy Labor Day.
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