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What a beautiful night--walking back to my room at 3:20am, up for 21 hours straight, all spent from hanging the art show, and I have the most fantastic few minutes of middle-of-the-night spring. The smell is of hay and fresh grass mingled, with what I read as a sense of cow, but that must just be a hay-grass association. The scent dissipates after a point, and moving on I see the moon surrounded by a glassine layer of drifted cloud. Stopping to stare at the moon, the scent returns. Being exhausted tomorrow will be worth those few minutes.