you know, the season when you walk on the streets and smell the heavy perfume of girls in high heels, fast food in boy's breaths, pherormones, gardenias, wet wood, the smell of the night. The sense that comes out in the two hottest seasons is the one of smell I guess. It's nice. It would be even better if I were to be a flaneur but, oh well. I've got a life too.
(I think you've already seen this song on my blog but it's completely adequate with the atmosphere so I'm putting it on again)