When I leave yoga class on Wednesday nights, the air on that block is permeated with the smell and humidity of baking brownies and cooking fudge sauce.
When the thunderstorm opened up above us suddenly, the man who lies in bed all day under the El station behind my apartment gathered up his blankets, placed them in the dumpster with a lid and left the mattress to fend for itself while he went to find shelter.
When I was stuck in traffic on my way out to the periodontist in the suburbs yesterday, I was surprised by the smell of lilacs, which drew my visual attention to the midway, which was full of them.
stitching in blue - Two rainy days in a row meant we couldn't get back out to that beautiful vat of dye. But we did manage just a little bit of sewing with all that blue that's ...