I love the smell of wet pavement and cigarettes.
It reminds me of London.
For some reason the shopping center (centre) near my home has puddles in the parking lot and a few smokers on the sidewalk every morning around 9. Lately I have been strategically parking, during my morning bagel/coffee run, so I can enjoy a few extra steps of that smell.
I wish I could describe the feeling it gives me: this deep longing for something I can't have, mixed with these memories that I can't forget...and I can't help but smile.
If you ever see me walking out of Starbucks with a big grin on my face...you are in on my secret...it's the smell.
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