Grilling scent pulls into every breath.
Mingling with the meats, the corn, the potatoes
is the scent of the summer heat.
Hot decking, parched earth, trees, and leaves.
That odd scent of dirt. Not the earthy comforting kind.
No. The odd one I cannot describe. Pulling me to other memories.
Back to another time. As the sun glistened skin warms in the heat.
Stretched out so it hits my feet. Cool breeze blows by. Enough
to remind how hot it really is outside.