It smelled really good outside during my nightly "run." Like the inside of a pirate ship.
But there was this one house we kept passing that was drying a load of laundry. The smell was distinct--they use the same cheap laundry detergent as my SIL, Katie Morgan. Every time we passed it, a clear picture would pop into my head of Katie doing that groovy little shoulder-thrust
She moved away to Idaho last Friday. Do you think she knows what's going on in my life, that I think of her, and that I still have such a clear, almost perfect memory of her after all this time?
Here's what the sky looks like today: