People talk about the smell of rain all the time. And the sort of unfortunate truth is it's actually the smell of pollution seeping off the ground.
But it's raining in Florida right now and I swear it smells different than LA.
It smells like home and first loves and grass on your toes.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Those are four words I love to hear when I fly. I imagine most people don't think much of the phrase, but for this girl -- who is consistently running through the airport praying they haven't shut the door yet -- they're like candy.
After running and stressing and standing and begging and running and finally arriving at the gate; those words allow the first full exhale of my day of travel.
I'll be an adult one day and show up on time, but not today.