Out here, it smells like evergreen and night. So different from inside. There’s another smell too. Complexly spicy. A smell that reminds me of a tea my father used to make out of dried omija berries from the Korean market over on Snake River Road. It tastes like a hundred different flavors all mixed together. Like lemon dipped in honey, sweet berries and cinnamon, the taste changing on your tongue even as you drink it.
