By Zoe May
I’d like to tell you about my favorite weather. More accurately, I’d like you to smell my favorite weather. After three months of blistering heat, there will be a morning that smells different. It will smell like the first breeze of cool wind to tickle your skin. It will smell like the nightly dew gathered on perennial flower petals signaling the end of its beauty. It will smell like a tease of moisture after a season of fire. Because when you smell this drop off temperature, just a couple of degrees, it’s the first smell that summer will cease.
