tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014474678124821723.post6918090026786673735..comments2023-10-28T08:52:14.787-04:00Comments on Our Daily Treasures: JuliettableTerri-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05017902280518435023noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014474678124821723.post-13577891167564242192015-01-14T15:23:16.930-05:002015-01-14T15:23:16.930-05:00(The great writing, I mean -- in addition to the w...(The great writing, I mean -- in addition to the walk down memory lane. Without the former there'd be none of the latter.)Kevin H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16019769625405548553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8014474678124821723.post-37767609046072546442015-01-14T15:20:24.680-05:002015-01-14T15:20:24.680-05:00Very evocative, this.
I can still (vaguely) remem...Very evocative, this.<br /><br />I can still (vaguely) remember the smell of wet concrete and asphalt after a warm rain. The potency of that scent. Similar-but-not-equal-to the smell of a summer day, a smell I still associate in some way with injustice: the injustice of having to go to school on a day that "smelled like Summer".<br /><br />I also remember, in a more grotesque register, the smell of "adult breath", particularly on a crisp, fresh apple after rendering it up for a shared bite. The oppressive, stale smell of the inside of an adult's mouth.<br /><br />Oh to be a child again! :)<br /><br />Thanks for this.Kevin H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16019769625405548553noreply@blogger.com