[ WP ] Some people can see the future . You ? You can smell it .

The city is a thing of endless smells. There's the smell of freshly made pretzels coming from the sales-carts on the streets, the smell of the perfume of the woman walking past you, the foul odor of a piece of dog shit it's owner did n't pick up. And then there is that smell you ca n't quite place your finger on, that smell that is all of the smells of the city sort of coalescing together into a smell that can only be described as the city. 
 
 For years, I could smell it. Always. Almost every day. From birth to today. I could smell the leaves changing in fall and the new blooms of spring, the hot dogs during a summer baseball game and salted roads of winter. The only times I have n't smelled it have been when I was going to Disney World when I was 11 and when I could smell the beer and weed of my dorm. Other than that, though, it's been the smell of the city. 
 
 Until today. Today, I can smell fields, and flowers, and miles upon miles of fresh grass, beautiful trees, blue skies, and clear water. I do n't know why. I'm just a money man, after all. Not the outdoorsy type. 
 
 But then I look into the restaurant and see her waiting there. Her name's Clara, some friend of my sister's. From Kansas or Montana or some place like that. 
 
 And then I realize what I've been smelling. I've been smelling me and her.
