Summer smells like…thrown-open windows airing out the house, and the dusty-cold miasma of air-conditioning. Popsicles, with the undertaste of cardboard box, and sunblock slathered on sweating skin. Chlorine-soaked towels left on the bathroom floor. Sunbaked pavement, roasting any skin that it touches. Sidewalk chalk, crushed under sneakers, and spilled soda, turning gooey, and tacky. Clipped grass, toasted by the sun. Barbecue smoke that promises good food and good company. Dusty dirt roads, and wind-filled windows-down car. Spontaneous ozone from an approaching thunderstorm, and warm sun-shower rain, churning up dusty earth. Sun-bleached linen, both clean and fresh, and slightly sweat-misted. Fresh, juicy watermelon dripping down your chin. The first hand-picked strawberry, warm, sweet, and even smelling shiny-red. The refrigerated blast of the inside of an ice-cream truck, icy, papery, and subtly sweet. Laundry drying and flapping on the line, and fragrant garden soil trapped under your fingernails. Melted ice cream that has become overwhelmingly sweet and no longer refreshing. Lemon juice in your hair, to streak it light and sun-kissed. Salty ocean brine whipping through the air in spindrifts and spray. A crumpled, forgotten five-dollar-bill in the back pocket of your favorite shorts – smelling of dirty tarnish and sweet potential. Home-grown tomatoes, sun-toasted and wet, and sneakers full of sand, stinking of rubber and seaweed. New rubber flip-flops, and the juiciest peaches you’ve ever tasted. Singed sparkler fingers, smelling of gunpowder and almost-blood. Stagnant sprinkler puddles, attracting midges.
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