Woke up to cooler air this morning, and the return of … aromas. I could smell the grass lush and green as I stepped off the bus and waited to cross 18th Street. I could smell the damp in the puddles that lingered from yesterday’s rain and the perfume of flowers freshened by the dousing.

Great heat drains energy — and, as I’ve been realizing lately, it also drains scent. It leaves a dusty and less olfactorily rich world.

But now, after our recent rain showers, we have fresh air and fragrance — a bountiful combination, a feast for all the senses.