So I'm walking home to pick up the car at about 6:30 at night. It's August here just coming out of winter and sweater weather if I weren't stubborn. Anyway I'm coming through the park and the air is like perfumed. It's the frangipani or something, that white flower smell that's one of my all time favorite smell in the crisp air. But it's so potent, it feels like there's almost visible globules of that scent hanging from the dark trees. It's like a fairyland. I love my sky palace. I really do. We're totally obsessed with it at the moment and always want to be there. But in the burbs, this is just what coming home on a regular Thursday is like.
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