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April 17, 2002
The Say Smell is the Sense Most Connected With Memory
Jason got home from the last of his fellowship interviews late last night. He went to his house, dropped off his stuff, got changed out of his suit and installed his air conditioner so that his computers wouldn't explode in the heat. Then he came back to my house and we spent the night here.
This Friday night, my school is having a gala at the Tavern on the Green. I'm very excited -- I have a dress I've never worn and if all goes well, I'll have shoes to match by the end of the day. Jason realized last night that after back-to-back-to-back-to-back interviews, his suit was hopelessly rumpled and dirty. He's on call tonight (which means that he left this morning for work and won't be done until tomorrow morning), so I offered to go to his house, get his suit, and drop it off at the cleaners so that it would be ready for Friday.
I was (am) really anxious to get to working on my presentation, so I hurried over there around noon (good Lord, it's hot out there). When I walked into his room, I heard the familiar hum of his air conditioner and relished the cool air on my legs. But the most powerful thing was the wave of memories. The air comes out of the the A/C, after being churned through its cooling mechanism, with a very faint, not-at-all-offensive smell -- it smells like summer.
It smells like the beginning.
Posted by shannon at April 17, 2002 12:41 PM | For related posts: