"The ever-beautiful flowers she had planted with her own hands became nothing more than the lost roses of her cheeks."
So outside my office building there are several lilac bushes that I walk by on my way in from wherever it is in the boonies that I have to park good ol' Belinda Margaret the Purple Plastic Car. Despite the close proximity of restaurants like The Cotton Bottom with their odiferous garlic burger, the smoking area that has now expanded to the entire area in front of the building entrance, and the large trucks parked outside with billowing exhaust, I've still gotten this wisp of a pleasant scent as I walk past the lilac bushes. It's been a nice change from the rotten herbs-and-meat smell and the visible pollution. Also, I think it's interesting how much something so simple cheers me up. Because now, I am comparatively cheery.
