My friend and I were driving back from Discovery Park, after an afternoon of picking blackberries. Our hands were stained purple, our forearms stickered with thorns, and our faces grinning from the archetypal Seattle summer experience. As we had been meandering along the path of the loop trail at Discovery Park, I had looked up at the steely-grey clouds swirling above the Sound, and announced, “It’s going to rain in about twenty minutes.”

So there we were, driving to my house, talking and laughing at the possibility of making jam, when I smelled it. Something familiar I had almost forgotten: the hot, dusty smell about to be dampened

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