2009 Year of Pleasure #48

Gosh how I love the smell of wet concrete. It smells so clean and sharp. I don’t get it much here in San Diego, but it always reminds me of growing up in Seattle. It smells like childhood.

It poured buckets here yesterday. Sunny on Sunday, monsoon on Monday, and now we’re back to needing sunglasses. I think it was God’s birthday present to me.