The Smell of Fear and the Sweet Smell of Life
For hours and hours up until exactly five minutes before we were leaving town, aurora conditions were quiet. Very, very quiet. But a key little detail in that began to fluctuate, and a nervousness in me began to fade.
Out in the countryside, lakeside, everything smelt sweet, like those perfect, dewy summer nights. The wind was blowing tonight, but at +9°, it felt comfortably warm. Not the beaches of Ixtapa warm, but certainly warm relatively speaking - considering one year earlier we’d already had our first snow.