The smell reminiscent of the rain that routinely fell on my home soil streamed through my Los Angeles window. Evoking a tapestry of memory laced with comfort, this sole sensation rooted me to the spot. Fixated, hypnotized, I was unable to move from the window.

Los Angeles reeks of car exhaust and other industrial outputs. It was unfathomable that the aroma of rain on pavement was drifting through my window. Yet it was there- undeniable, lingering on the air. Transported to a serene place, each intake of air brought me closer to memories of home. I fell asleep in a melancholy state- missing where I came from, but happy to bask in the memories.