In SLC waiting for my connecting flight, it’s interesting the subtle difference in culture, in people.

More of the ukulele-twee aesthetic here, actually. Just thoroughly positive in general. On reflection it’s what I should’ve expected, but I’m struck how grating it *isn’t*, that it’s tuned to the exact pitch I’d appreciate. It’s the same year for them too, I guess.

Portland, and Portlanders, make a big deal about how much they like themselves, SLC and its locals make a big deal about how much they like each other. Subtle difference, and kind of what I need right now.

Most telling detail: *a lot* of girls wearing perfume, and really sweet scents, yet *no one* wearing *too much* perfume.