There is a giant bush in the front of the house that is blooming right now. Lots of things are blooming actually, but this one smells of orange blossoms. I know it’s not an orange tree. It is, after all, a bush. But that smell reminds me of every spring break I took visiting my grandparents in Arizona. I’ll be going about my day, doing dishes, sorting laundry, or grading papers and all of a sudden I’m back in Phoenix, getting off the plane, catching the first scent of spring.