Day 20: The Smells of Xizhou
The smells of Xizhou...
Well, I suppose the most noticeable difference would be the obvious lack of pollution in the general atomosphere around us, but...
I don't think that's what you mean.
Most people would say that this doesn't make any sense but I suppose I smell the sunlight. The yellow-tinged glow that illuminates everything and makes the pavements smell like heat. I smell the garlic in the fields, air tasting like stir fried vegetables. I smell the sweet chemical aromas of mixed shampoos that ceaselessly permeates the air in our room after dark. And the light, natural smell of soap and sweat that wafts from my friends during our evening hug goodnights.
I smell the thick, wooden smell of the Linden Centre office I sit in now.
I smell fried rice fifteen meters away from Old Town Snacks.
I smell the warm honey jujube drinks Harry buys me at his favorite (and Si Fang Jie's only) coffee shop.
And I smell the manure that occasionally graces my displease nostrils.
I smell many things here in Xizhou.
Some of them good, some of them bad.
I treasure them.