Petrichor is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil.
It was 3am in a small, cozy village called Valon in Southern France. We were staying in an 800-year-old cottage nestled on top of the Pyrenees mountains and I had just woken up due to the TV turning itself on and off in the dead of the night. Convinced I was about to take part in a real life Paranormal Activity film, I stayed wide awake until the sun finally started to cast a dim brightness over the world at 5am. The fog rose as well, creeping its way up the mountainside and seeping into the quiet village. It appeared like the town was suspended amongst the clouds. Throwing away my fears of the house being haunted, I immediately got out of bed, threw a raincoat on and went outside with my camera. It was another one of those serene instances that I know I will never experience the same way again.
Blue light cast itself over the whole village, rain dripped off the stone roofs of the cottages, and the damp earth squished under my shoes. With the population here being only about 100 people, there was not another soul awake yet. I walked around, snapping shots of the sleepy town and feeling like the luckiest person in the world to be awake at such an ungodly hour. So maybe whatever ghost woke me up in the middle of the night just wanted me to see their home in its best light. Or that’s what I’ll tell myself anyway.