When I left the house this morning, the air smelled sweet and wonderful. That would never happen in Muncie. I don’t know if it’s because there are so many trees here or because the wind patterns take Gary’s air to Muncie. Whatever the reason, it always seems to smell good here, especially in the early mornings. Muncie, not so much. I lived there for almost 20 years, and I don’t recall ever thinking the air smelled sweet.
Sweet
red paper boat 