Julia loved the smell. The moist air entered her nasal cavity and somehow made her forget all about the huge painting project she had looming over her. Five self-portraits due in two days. She absorbed the scent once more. She crushed her rippling reflection, spewing water across her jeans. She wished she could just make it go away, so she wouldn’t have to stare at it for several hours that evening. Her converse were waterlogged now. She didn’t mind. The wind picked up a bit. Nipples poked out defiantly beneath a sky blue hello kitty tee-shirt.
