I stood eating ice cream, looking at the bright crescent of the new moon with it's dark side barely discernible. The satellite hung low against light blue hues of the western early evening sky. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and basked in the redolence of  new foliage, with a slight hint of wet soil. The silver light mixed with peanut butter and chocolate, mixed with geosmin, mixed with the din of the city and susurrus of branches. Synesthesia and respite.