lilacs

Just now, walking Mabel, I stopped to smell one of the lilac blooms in front of the house on the corner. Smell is the most evocative of the senses and I was slammed with the most vivid memory of the huge lilac tree that used to live on the side of our old house when I was young, and the greyness of the sky in my memory was the same as the grey sky outside, and my eyes filled with tears, and I realized that the luckiest thing in life is to have friends like I do and to be able to walk my dog on a quiet Sunday and smell lilac blossoms...is this part of the bandanna philosophy that Bao was talking about last night? If it is, I have learned a lesson.