It was midnight and a fragrant fog drifted down the street.
It smelled like something different to everyone who encountered it.
To that woman over there holding the baby, it smelled like tears.
To the older gentleman walking his German shepherd, it smelled like gunfire and old trenches.
To the young woman sitting on the park bench, it smelled just like her favorite craft store.
Every person who encountered it stopped and lost themselves in the memory it conjured.
One greeted the fog with sorrow.
Another with regret.
A couple deeply in love chased it with joy.
It lasted for only an hour.
And then it faded away.