That Smell

If you grew-up in the Lowcountry and you moved away for a while, you long for the smell of the marsh, the pluff mud. There’s no smell on earth like it; it gets in your bones and it becomes a part of you. I’ve heard a few transplants ask, “…what’s that stinky smell?” To the locals, it doesn’t stink. When you return to the Lowcountry and you cross the first bridge or hit the first stretch of road with salt water nearby, you roll down the window and enjoy the smell- the smell of home.