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?
Tut tut, WP, there you go again, discriminating against the downunderdog. Not very PC, is it. I can still vaguely conjure up the scents of summer, but it’s an intellectual exercise at this point, devoid of all the evocative wonderment bursting from those slathered in sunscreen and chucking prawns on the barbie… Sorry, tending steaks on the grill. (And presumably eating s’mores, which I had to look up.)
I can understand, of course. It’s always good business to cater to the majority. As a topic, The Waywardness of Winter is not likely to rustle up much enthusiasm amongst the hoards from the Northern Hemisphere busily trying to forget the rigours of the polar vortex.But I’m also pretty sure it’s fair to say that we know more about you than you know about us. Not surprising. What happens here is small beer compared to the worlds won and lost in the north. I mean, the Wall St butterfly flapped its wings and global finance blew over. But I do sometimes wonder whether to you, civilisation stops at the equator.
Do I care?