Oooo that smell. Can't cha smell that smell?

So I had Sam with me all day....so I couldn't walk this morning. Okay.....Back to School Night at G's school, so I had to wait to walk till this evening. It's definitely getting dark early, so I pounded out the door a little after 7pm. Knew my route. Knew I couldn't visit Johnny and June. Knew it was gonna be a focused, good walk. And then.....I hit the neighborhood. This is not the first time in the 3 weeks that I have been walking (hard) that I noticed it.....but I could not ignore it. I could smell the scent of fabric softner wafting out of dryer vents. I could smell the grass folks were mowing. But there was something else I could smell as well. Something that took me flying back in time. High school parties in a barn. My certain California friend who, other than me, had the only pair of Vans in Greenville, Alabama. That unmistakable smell of college parties. That toasty, marshmellow smell of concerts. Especially The Grateful Dead. A smell I associate with broomstraw skirts and birkenstocks. There it was.....floating out in several places in suburbia. Unmistakable.

Now it has been years since I possibly partook of anything one might consider illegal. Still and yet....that smell. I just thought it was interesting and a little bit strange that I noticed it in 3 separate, but distinct places. I dunno. Maybe it's way more prevalent than I thought. And while I know this has nothing to do with weight loss or exercising, it just caught my attention. And made me smile............happy someone is able to relax their troubles away. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go listen to Box of Rain. I'm in the mood for a little Jerry Garcia right now. Hmmmm......wonder why?