On the wind

 Took the long way home from a friend's 4th of July shindig tonight, and by "long way" I mean "randomly made a bunch of turns and figured I'd eventually figure how where I was going when I needed to." The street grid of Raleigh and environs maintains enough of its "this was designed by a drunken lemur with an etch-a-sketch" quality that this is still possible, even with North Raleigh racing to transform itself into something suspiciously Atlanta-like with great and tremulous haste. 

All of which means nothing, except that at one point on the drive back I found myself at an intersection that simultaneously was within the city limits and could have passed for middle of nowhere, adorned with a four-way stop. So I stopped. And nobody else was coming, so I rolled down my window, and sat there for a minute, and looked around. For a half an instant, a breeze came up - a rare thing on a night like this.

On it, the scent of fireworks. I waited until it was gone before I drove on.