Took a walk through the woods at lunch in our suddenly steamy Massachusetts weather today. I'm a nose man: heavy on olfactory awareness. You'll find me sniffing the breeze like a happy dog with his head out the car window with tongue wagging. Today, the floral and herbal scents in the woods, concentrated by the overweighing marshy heat, were incredibly sensual. And so varied. I *was* the dog, stopping here and inhaling deeply, and ten feet later smelling something completely, lushly different. An embarrassment of lavish variety.