Season 2

While there are no trees West of the Rivers to verify so, I must believe that Spring is drawing nigh, merely because odor has suddenly, shockingly returned to the world.  On Morris Street in Sinotown, in the City of Mists, the sidewalks are redolent with the scents of fish and garbage, despite neither being in evidence.  On the buses, riders embark in clouds of cherry cough drop vapor.  In the parking lots of the shopping malls on Route 33, the sweet stink of antifreeze drifts down the wind, dropping drivers to their knees to check the asphalt beneath their engines.

The reeds in the marshes, meanwhile, remain brown.