This is an REI co-op production.

Another quiet end of day in a sleeping Midwestern town.

An occasional car, ambles along the river road, slowing down for the curve by the Chusel Bridge.

As the sun sets, it throws warm red light on the bricks of the old factory.

The birds and frogs and crickets are competing in their evening choir.

The frogs are winning.

And the smell of the evening air.

The dry cotton woods.

The warm wet weeds.

The mud of the riverbank.

Something else, too.

Something sweet and dry.

What is it?

I take you back somewhere.

A memory of that scent is trying to push itself to the front of your mind.

But can't quite make it.

Dry and sweet and not pleasant.

You stand up straight and look around you.

The sky is still bright in the west, but the light has filtered and fading.

Down the road, the street lights are on, but none near you.

The dark trees, the slow river, the sounds of the night.

You can't see anyone around, but that smell.

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