Crossing over the Charles River, I got a lung-full of sea air, the
tang of salt combined with the downpour confused me for a bit.
A block later, I got a lung-full of earth/loam scent. It smelled like
someone had just put compost on their garden, but I was in the middle
of an expanse of concrete.
On Comm. Ave, just after crossing I-90, a storm
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