I can smell the rain and I see the clouds coming in. The palm trees are waving their frondy fingers and yet I still refuse to carry my umbrella.
I don't think it's a conscious decision because when it's pouring, I do feel that "oh crap" moment when I realize that I will eventually be drenched, but that still hasn't stopped me from pseudo-forgetting. I guess I just like the feeling of the rain on my skin. Maybe my body craves the droplets. I don't know. Either way, I'm still getting soaked.
Rain-to-come has the most interesting array of smells. Today, the scent reminded me of riding the old "Rio del Tiempo" (hee hee...'time' and 'weather'. How clever!) ride at Epcot Center in the Mexican Pavilion (now it's the "Gran Fiesta Tour Starring the Three Caballeros"). ...also "It's a Small World." Oh, and the "Maelstrom" ride at the Norway Pavilion in Epcot, too. It's such a great nostalgic smell.
Funny, yesterday the world smelled of Ferrero Rocher. Don't ask me why...I have no idea. Maybe I'm losing it or something. Perhaps it's because I've been cooped up inside with my distaste for cold weather all winter and I'm finally peeping out of my little warren to view the outside world. I sure missed it. Now I need to swim, and my transformation from cave witch to oceanic siren will be complete for another year!
