Fresh cut grass. Lilacs. Harvest. Rain on rich farm soil. (Central Illinois rain smell - not to be confused with the Mississippi River fishy rain smell). Hog confinements. Okay, not hog confinements. The scents of home that I miss.
Here, in the desert, I take what I can get.
|The campus of my second job in twilight. Because it only looks even remotely attractive in twilight. In daylight it is mucho depresso.|