Summertime, and the livin' is....

[plumtreeblossom]

My bedroom window is wide open, admitting the warm breeze. Carried on it is the delicious sizzly aroma of someone's backyard barbeque in the neighborhood.

In January. In Boston.

What I should be experiencing right now is anger and fear for what has been done to the environment. And I am.

But the meaty, smoky, spicy scent of barbeque is bewitching.