The Smell of Grass
There was a moment, sailing this weekend into Sausalito harbor, when I could swear I smelled that dark, sweet golden smell of California foothills. I wonder if it was the Headlands wafting down the hillside from the West. It has something so distinct to it. Combination of sea-air, and that dry grass, maybe.
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