Frangapani

I'm sure you have heard the expression 'Stop and smell the roses', well down here it is a little bit different. We have Frangapani, and no that is NOT a new STD going around. It is the most amazing smelling flower. If you live in the south you could compare it to honeysuckle or night blooming jasmine. It is sweet, pungent and beautiful. It goes along well with the other cliche you hear uttered by locals down here often, 'life is short'. I smell the frangapani every night on the walk back to my jeep from work or a night out and I suck in all I can through my nostrils and it never fails to make me smile. I worked fourteen hours today, on my feet, dead tired and I still smiled when I smelled it.
Some days I wonder why it took me 27 years to get here. Why I let myself live anywhere else but surrounded by beauty. Why did it take me so long? I know there is a logical answer to that question, but down here I let my emotions do the asking. It is amazing how difficult it is to answer emotional questions with logical answers.
My answer has evolved into life is too short and damn now I'm having a good time with it.