It’s not the aroma of ripened fruit or blossoming flowers.
It’s not the sweet smell of freshly mown lawns or the recent rain on the grass.
It’s not the hint of bonfires and s’mores and Creamy’s with their igloos of ice-cream sandwiches and whatnot that denotes the summer.
Summer is best known island-wide by its heat.
The heat that causes you to sweat before you step out of the shower. The heat of the night under the constant droning fan pointed directly at you and you still don’t feel a difference.
The stifling heat felt even under the shade of a tree.
The heat that knocks you over when you step outside of your office doors.
The heat that blurs your vision, causes mirages, and forces one to wear the least amount of clothes. (Some of you know what I’m talking about).
It’s the heat that releases the pungent smell of asphalt and burning rubber and exhaust.
It’s the heat that unleashes the sweaty, heady aromas and the manly musk that often follows you all day, every day. It’s the heat that causes even the coolest of cucumbers to sweat profusely from just walking to the car.
It’s the heat that makes it smell of rain when no rain comes.
It’s the heat of the midday sun that beats down on the world and drives everyone insane because summer is finally here.
S’mores, salty ocean breezes, veggie burgers on the grill, sweaty people on the bus — what’s the smell you associate the most with summer?