Grass. Smell.

Grass. Smell. Cut grass in the summer when I wake up smells of play, fun, sunshine, freedom, running, unstructured days. It smells green, fresh, untainted. The dew is moist and yet untouched by anyone. Afternoon wet grass combined with the metallic odor of rain is heavy and flaccid. Dry grass baked in August, dusty, barbeque grease, charcoal, crunchy Ruffles potato chip crumbs. Fertilizer abrasively attacks my nose.