Scent Story

The Way May Breathes

There’s a moment in May when the air shifts, right after the rain has passed.

The ground is warm enough now to release something.

You step outside and it’s there, that soft, green, almost-sweet scent.

Not quite floral.
Not quite earthy.
Something in between.

Like:

• damp soil waking up

• crushed clover under bare feet

• lilacs blooming somewhere you can’t quite see

• air…