During Sukkot this year I went to a Jewish meetup event in Philadelphia after a service. While I didn’t get to shake the Lulav and Entrog, I participated in the prayer for the ritual during the service and witnessed the act. Later on I did have dinner in a Sukkah with a bunch of other people from around the area. It was particularly meaningful, as it had been raining earlier that day, and as a result it changed my perception of the experience. While it was dry inside the Sukkah itself, you could still smell the thick, damp scent of rain on trees. This really helped to solidify the outdoors-y feeling of the experience, and was the closest that I’ve ever felt to the land while spending time in a city.