I love my neighborhood. We live just on the outer circle of the city, where a ton of wonderful shops and restaurants and cute houses coexist. we moved here primarily so we could walk to these restaurants, bars, and shops. On my morning run today, i realized that there was so much more to our neighborhood than meets the eye. in fact, it was what met my nose. the smells that i inhaled in my hour journey outside of the house today were enough to, well, to write about!
It began with the smell of gasoline, because they have been running some kind of chainsaw across the street at a new apartment complex while they beautify the grounds. It continued and continued and continued. From hyacinths to cigarette smoke; garbage pails to fresh mown grass; dirt; lilac bushes mixed with the scent of cement being poured; dog stuff that hadn't been picked up; hot steam from a grate near the hospital; stale beer seeping out of almost empty bottles in overflowing recycling bins; the whiff of fresh baked breads and almost every kind of ethnic food spices you could imagine. This list really could go on and on.
It was amazing and icky and interesting all at once. I had not really thought much about the varying smells one could encounter within a few blocks of home. I guess this is one more new thing learned on my newest adventures in running.
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