April 19, 2009
The sharp, nostalgic scent of barbecue smoke drifts through the air as the sun begins to set. I can smell the roses in my back yard, the huge eucalyptus next door. Dogs bark. Spiky palm trees are outlined against the rosy sky, their fronds rattling in the late afternoon breeze. In the background, no matter what time of day or night, there is the constant rush of freeway traffic. People always seem to want to be somewhere else. I know I do. I’d trade this view for the one I used to have in a heartbeat. If only I could.