the smell of a good rain.

the sense of smell is one of the greatest triggers of memory.  tonight, as i ran stuff out to my car after a good rain, the scent of the hot, wet pavement hit me like a ton of bricks.  i was instantly transformed into a 10-year-old girl again, unpacking our big old green Ford station wagon at a motel in godknowswhere at about close to midnight.  some pitstop on our drive down the eastern seaboard on our way to miami.  we would stop off for a good sleep, decent breakfast and then head on out again- my older sister on the backseat and me camped out in the trunk with the luggage (back in the day when things like that weren't illegal.)  
the smell of rain is different in the south than it is in the north.  even in the same temperatures, so i have no idea how it happens.  in the north you can smell the roots in the dirt soaking up the water from heaven.  you can smell worms and grass, even in the city.  down south you smell heat, even in the fall.  it's bizarre how things can just be so definite in your mind- the memories, the smells, the sense of being you get from that mixture.  what is your memory-sparked-from-smell?  i think everyone has at least one.  i personally have about a million.  think about it, inhale, and enjoy!