There’s something very evocative of the smell of rain’s first fall on hot asphalt during a hot summer day. Whether you grew up in the suburbs or the city, it is, I would imagine, a universal touchstone of mixed emotions. The momentary happy relief from the heat coupled with the realization of, well, rain on a summer day. For some reason, I’ve always loved the scent. If the fragrance brand Replica needs an idea, they should try bottling that for a summer spritz of happy memories. I think it’s a little too urban and specific for Jo Malone. (And Tom Ford likely wants nothing to do with asphalt.)
This year the rain has been in short supply, probably because our pool remains unopened and empty, so you are so very welcome for the long stretch of sun we’ve had. As soon as the new liner is in, the rain will begin. If not the snow. Mark my words. It’s 2020. That’s the way the year has gone. And so we have a fun little photo shoot made possible only by the machinations of an empty pool.
We take the fleeting joys of summer when and where we can get them, whether that’s in the intoxicating fragrance of a summer rain or the vast expanse of a pool that has yet to be filled. There may be fun in both if you know how to embrace the moment at hand. Summer was made for fun. Indulge.
