In the early morning of last Sunday, I walked at 33th St. (&Dunbar) to Pacific Park. It was slightly raining. The street is so neat, quiet, and fresh. A special fragnance indented to the favor of tall pine that made me to find out where the fragnance came from. Maybe from the that flower or the tree across the street? I went to find out but it seems not from them. Oh, maybe from myself. Red hatted my son's team were pre-practice before the game. Those fresh red colour moving on sharp green coloured grass made me wondering I was walking in a beautiful oil painting.