So, today I spend another productive day at library with my 10 pounds tax book and Starbucks iced vanilla. This is usually my typical day like for the finals. I am not a "7:00 o'clock every day" person, so I have to use some way to discipline myself, at least in the last minutes. The library is always a big help.

Anyway, when I headed back home from school in the night, I smelled a light scent in the air. The one that relates to the summer night, especially at the suburb area. It is not the smell of blossomy flower, or freshly grown grass, it is the smell of skunk. Yes, the smell that we believe from the skunk killed on the road. In a city like Boston, where its buildings are more than its trees, the smell is not as strong as somewhere like Virginia. Still, you can somehow smell it. Light, oily, and a little sweet and warm maybe.

Some people label themselves as "visual", most men, for example. For me, I have to fall into the category as "olfactory". There are always certain scents have the magic to transport me to certain time in my past. The smell can bring memories coming back. I don't find the smell of skunk distracting. This is not to say I love that smell and want it everywhere. But it is the smell that I relate to summer, the summer in the States. It reminds me the summer days I spend down at the south, the days I wear flip flop walking on Rugby. Other smell like hand cream with tuberose fragrance reminds me the days back to junior high. The hot chocolate reminds me mom's hug when I got home in a chilly winter day. The "Clinique happy" reminds me one of my dating life.

With the smell in the air, you can feel the season clicks. Summer of Boston is around the corner.

Precious and lovely.