Bacon n Bikin'

Perhaps because of the clarity of the early morning air, perhaps air carries a scent more directly in the wee hours, or perhaps the lightening fast speed which I travel delivers the little scent molecules more forcefully to my smeller.

Whatever the reason, whenever I'm bikin' the morning route, I smell bacon.

As the years tick by, my eyesight may be fading, and my hearing a little less keen, but I do believe that I have the nose of a bloodhound....and it makes my mouth water.