Sunday, September 1, 2013
Smells Like September
I stepped out of my car into the sunshine at Sennen this morning and it smelt like September. I mean, I had a real definite waft of the smell of September hit me, and it hit me like some sort of catnip. I got so excited. I don't know what that smell was… the ozoney smell from the breaking waves of the small groundswell? Cold sand and a warmer ocean? Warm surf wax? Coffee? I couldn't place my finger on it but it was a clear aroma and it made me realise that it was September 1st. It was an instant reminder of the beaches when schools are back in and work slows down for everyone who works a seasonal job, dawn surfs that aren't still "last night" as they can be in midsummer, bare feet on cold sand, French boardwalks over the sand dunes, Portuguese custard tarts and hurricane swells. Oh! September, how I've missed you so.