I like the way the river smells.
Unless you’ve been out on the water on a warm, late-summer afternoon, after enduring a long, cold and sterile winter, you probably don’t have an inkling of what I’m talking about.
If you close your eyes, take a long, deep breath, and drink it all in – you can smell the river and the riparian neighborhood.
Rich and earthy with a mineral quality that you can almost taste; admittedly I’m thinking of the Firehole just now.
Unspoiled, pristine, unused and pure.
I like the way the river smells.
