Last weekend I went home so I could go to a corn maze with a friend. We appeared to find the exit in less than an hour (it was really the entrance), realized we hadn’t yet walked through about half the maze, and continued exploring for the next two-ish hours. Then, exhausted, we managed to stumble out the exit less than a minute before the actors came to haunt the maze. There were lots of wooly bears and conversations and giant standing puddles of water. It had stormed the night before. Petrichor is one of the best things in the world. Right there next to the smell of cooking squash. It was definitely a bright day, whatever color it was.
It was the best weekend I’ve had in a long time.