I realized I was smelling something the whole way.
Our olfactory senses are said to be our strongest sense of memory. Nosestalgia, if you will.
On my ride I smelled:
The dying leaves on Walnut street.
The dying Walnuts on Mcgee street.
A dead squirrel on 36th street.
My friend Gregory roasting beans at Oddly Correct.
My friends at Zum Bar cutting soap.
A man in a parked car smoking weed.
A man in a orange vest removing weeds.
Exhaust from a city truck.
Dust from a leafblower at an elementary school.
and finally, hops from the chimney at Boulevard brewing.
Have a smelly day!