Another little run in Elysian Heights. I just love to run and walk and crawl the hills. Bittersweet thoughts of all my childhood friends, and of my parents’ friends and family. The haze and drizzle that seems to bring the best scent of petrichor–well, that’s just the scent of home. I picked this pomegranate. It was sticking out onto the road. 

I couldn’t wait to get home and find a sunny spot, sit, drink my coffee and pick the seeds out of this little pomegranate.
It’s truly mouth watering goodness.
Sinfully delicious.
Damn you adam or eve or hades or…

EDITt: 16 Nov, 2010
<< Added this foto here.