Under a sky so blue that Renee thought it could be the sea, she listened to the dirt and gravel crunch under her feet. As she approached the bend in the trail she wished, as always, that she’d find something other than more boulders and heat on the other side. Her breath caught when she smelled the faintest note of roses and jasmine mixed with the sun-scorched air. Maybe, finally, she’d found her way home. She smiled and began to run.