Remember that autumn smell? I don’t anymore. It’s the hurricane season and we get an edge of Jose – somewhat but not very windy, beautiful sunsets, and the lush, tropical humidity. It even smells like some place much more south than this.

I keep smelling the phantom plumeria which of course is impossible.

But I keep thinking of which part of the much warmer than this Atlantic these impossibly tiny droplets of water that this wind carries came from.