To me it smells like fresh cut grass and bubble blowing soap; like hamburgers on the grill and over-ripe watermelon slices; like sun and rain and mud, and wood smoke from a campfire on warm evening.
It smells of burnt firecrackers and smoking sparklers, of sun block and coconut scented body lotion, of wet sand and wind. It’s the aroma of briny lake wafting over a sandy blanket. It’s the whiff of chlorine in damp hair and the blast of ozone during a thunderstorm.
It’s the smell of hot wax dripping onto the icing of a birthday cake, and the scent of warm sun on beach towels left out to dry on the deck railing. It’s the earthy smell of farms, and cows, and manure, and wet dog.
It’s the fragrance of a thousand memories, and the hint of a thousand more yet to be made.
It smells wonderful.