It was almost evening, the air was cool. A light rain had settled in after lunch. It had rained for about three hours, puddles had formed here and there. The soil was dampened enough to knock down the dust, allowing the green to come up from the soil.
The breeze dropped down and swung around from the northeast. A chop with small waves was on the water, to the south and west; the tide was on the wane. Odors from the exposed flats wafted in from behind. That familiar, pungent, almost sweet smell of the marshes at low tide.
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