Four blocks of sunshine

The four-block walk between my parking garage and the office is an interesting one.

The first block is next to a high-end, off-road vehicle dealer, and they always have several trucks parked at sharp angles on man-made rock formations to show how mountain-y they are.

The second block is home to strange objects lying about on the sidewalk, which for some reason I have felt compelled to chronicle.

The third block is a dead-end street that butts up against the light rail tracks, and I frequently see cars go in there thinking it's a through street, only to have to turn around, embarrassed because they know that people dozens of floors up are probably watching their mistake.

The fourth block is the one the office is on. It's at the far end, and I have to first pass by a coffee shop (where everything except the caramel milk steamer is horribly bitter), and two small parking garage entrances. Also, there is usually a mysterious sewer smell that floats around there, which I would imagine would drive some people away from the coffee shop.

Well, today, the walk was different. There were no weird objects in block two, nobody got lost in the dead-end, and the last block smelled not like sewage, but like blackberries. It's gonna be a good day.