I left work yesterday around 5:40 p.m. and was delighted to note that the air smelled of watermelons. It was like walking right smack dab into the middle of a summer watermelon eating contest, when the heat is *just* enough to make every scent seem a little bit more saturated and rich.
I looked around for the culprit – perhaps someone had thrown some remnant watermelon cubes from their lunch onto the ground in an effort to recycle. Nothing. The crepe myrtle trees are not yet in bloom, and I couldn’t see any flowers nearby that might be emanating this particular fruity pink smell.
It was just one of those random, unexplainable things. And the sweet scent held fast all the way across the street to my car, so even though there was no one around to confirm with that yes, the air did indeed smell of watermelons, I was comforted by the fact that I smelled it long enough that it had to true.
I noticed a lovely smell while going for my run yesterday. There’s just nothing like it and it’s so refreshing and invigorating. It’s those simple things in life that make the day special!