It has been raining most of today.  A misty fog hangs low, and on the hill right outside of our hotel, a cloud itself hovers. 

There is the most heavenly smell outside--some sort of flower has just bloomed. I love to stand out on the deck and breath it in. 

I also love to walk through the hotel gardens early in the morning--a delicious, heavy scent hangs low if I make it out early enough

I also like the odd smell of incense burning.  Now, I know that it is incense being burnt for a false god...but it reminds me of my parochial upbringing...and I find it to be a lovely scent.

There are many smells I don't like--the smell of sewer in the street...almost every street.  There is built into every street, sidewalk, building  a drainage canal.  Many of them are used for dubious needs.  The smell of burning garbage--a common occurance here, and if you've grown up in the country, or traveled at all, you've experienced it.   The smell of fish at the market.  Need I say more on that one!

But the smell that I am enjoying right now must be captured in Heaven, itself!  I am moving towards loving this place.