If I had to sum it up in one sentence? It smells like the earth breathing. A deep, slow, damp breath. It’s the smell of a place that has no schedule and no shame. It’s not trying to be pretty for you. It’s just being.
Next time you walk by one, stop. Get low. Breathe in deep. Don’t be afraid to smell a little crazy. Because that scent? It’s the smell of the planet’s circulatory system. And it’s wearing mud like a cologne.
Now go find a river and give it a sniff. Your nose will thank you. Or it will complain. Either way, you’ll have a story.
