When I was a kid, my friend lived downwind from a cattle feeding lot. When I complained about the smell, her father said, “It smells like money.” Then I moved to an oil town and the smell of hyrdrogen sulfide that wafted over the town “smelled like money.”
Fresh, clean air should smell like money. Like life. I want to live downwind of a healthy planet.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “downwind.”