For the last week or so, Santa Monica has smelled like flowers - like lilacs - fresh, new, intoxicating lilacs. This weekend, when the sun was out and the wind was warm, you could smell them sweeping in through open windows, and it made me so happy.
But today is neither sunny nor warm. Today is rainy and cold. And although I know that the lovely lilacs need rain to grow, I'm not one bit happy about this wet day. I want springtime days that need no jacket and summer nights that need no socks, and more than anything, I want a warm walk down Montana at twilight with a latte in my hand and the smell of lilacs on the breeze.