The Smell. And the Light. This is the South.

The smell. And the light. That seems to set the South apart. Today was an extremly hot and humid day. The sun burned down on our souls forcing us to take refuge in the air-conditioned dorms at Duke. I took a walk at seven, went down to the stripmall to get something healthier to eat (quite a challenge over here), and, while I crossed the bridge that goes over the highway not far from where I live, I could smell the humidity that preceeds the summer rains. The hot asphalt seemed to be begging the pink sky for a shower, and so it came, half an hour later, pouring down on the Raleigh-Durham delta. I enjoyed the sight, the drops of fresh rainwater on the skin, and the cute girls running across the parking lot to find a dry shelter. Smiling at all of it, I realized how casual and easygoing this weekend was. Time passes by at another pace, not the one we ought to witness in NY, Paris or Francfort. Time seems to be a lavish good down here. I can take advantage of it without ever having to make the most of it.