Of all human senses 'smell' is the only one that is directly connected with the brain. That's why it always produces deeper sensations and manages to evoke old forgiven memories.
It's raining in London, nothing new. I went downstairs for a cigarette break, the profound smell of the rain over the asphalt and the sight of the low clouds, pushed by the Atlantic winds, switched on some part of my brain that has been asleep for a while.

I was 24 and driving my white Fiat along the coast with my surfboard on the roof. The wood of the pavement, next to the beach parking, felt warm and wet. It was summertime but very few people felt attracted by the beach in this weather.
The water was light blue, its color desaturated by the gray sky above. A shy wind from the South West combed the smooth, oily surface of the waves and a promise of sun appeared on the horizon, near the islands.

When the South winds blow, the water is warm.
I reached the line up and waited out there, no rush. The set came quiet, as the day, shadowing the water.
I paddled in,  but I didn't need to.

The cigarette is now burning my fingers. It's almost 12, the meeting is about to start.
Today smells 'surfing' I said to Oscar.

I should go.

pic by maxnemo: oestesurf.com