Smell

Smell is the hardest thing to describe. Unless its food related, it’s hard to compare smells when describing them to someone. The scents that stood out to me at the abandoned amusement park were the leaves, pond, and stony smells. The wood smelled too; on the buildings. Oh, but the house, it was very distinct, I forgot about that. The stone of the house had a nature like smell to it, as it was covered in vines and such. But the inside is what stood out the most. The dilapidation of the home caused the place to have an old scent. The furniture was cloth, so it smelled moldy from stagnant air and dust settling. The dust was very apparent to all of the senses. You could smell it in the air, and when approaching something closely, it would make you sneeze. Outside there was that fresh air scent, and I remember being glad that I could breathe easier. You could tell that the wood was painted a candy brown on top of the original darker brown that was the natural wood, so it smelled like old paint when we approached the old game stands.  These stands surrounded the pond. The closer we got to the water, the more we smelled the moss and dirt that had taken over. You know how some places have that earthy smell? That’s what I thought of when we reached the pond, it smelled like the earth rather than the water. The watery smell came when the rain fell. Once it started raining, the humidity lifted and everything we were smelling altered slightly, just as the feeling of everything changed. It seemed like the leaf and grass smells were stronger once it started raining. Like everything was amplified because of the water that was falling on it.