While visiting
the waterfront area of Plymouth, MA this weekend, I opened my car door, looked
down at the curb to see where I would be stepping as I got out of the car,
became aware that I was near the ocean, then looked up to see the ocean in front
of me. Before I actually saw or heard the
ocean, I knew it was nearby because I could smell its distinctive scent. Within this waterfront area, whether the
ocean was in view or not, I was inevitably aware of its presence because of the
smell that reached beyond the water’s physical limits and pervaded the air. The water here does not just define this area
visually or aurally but through its smell, as well.
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