I walked by a man sawing wood using a circular saw. It was on Broadway outside a shop. In the middle of all the hustle and car smell and craziness, I could smell the fresh cut wood and the slight wood burning smell caused by the fast motion of the blade. I just love that smell so much. It is an "honest" smell. It is not being anything but what it is. I suppose most smells are honest smells, but I don't categorize them that way. But this was one.
The smell brought me back to so many UNspecific memories. I think though, I mostly thought of summer school wood shop where I made an owl-shaped key holder that my parents were forced to adore.
It was a smell I never imagined to smell in a big city.
Wow, you really can get everything here!
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