Cassandra Gardiner returns with this week’s offering. Guest opinion articles do not necessarily reflect the views of the publication. Ed
On an early morning walk, rising, the sensation gentle and pure, floating whispers seducing the living, headily and heavenly, softly streaming, catching the attention of passers-by, invisible to see, too delicate to touch, carried by air, currents of leaf mulch, damp soil, wet grass, broken with highs of lilac, rose and jasmine, delicate, arousing, scent. Ripe blooms, moist, brown nutritious soil and the familiar zest of dewy grass.
Struck by magical scents in the air, looking, sensing, whose garden holds the blossom attracting enigmatic attention, and wonder. Oblivious to sight and sound, carefree aromas drift, swathing those within.
Internally rejoicing, elixirs of unexpected charm, seconds of euphoria, filling with freshness, odours requiring interpretation from the mind, adjusting to their command. Bathing in their spell, eyes closed, transforming from earth to air, seductive impulses charge thoughts firing without reason or conclusion to stimulus immersing the taker in pheromones of attraction.
Growing life, gifted with beauty, alluring, natures glorious affinity flaunting drama, welcoming visitors indulging in stratospheric elegance, fragrance, camouflage and inventiveness.
Indulging, untamed and free, redolent landscapes spiralling the mind off-course, up and away, spaces beyond reach, distant memories, unfathomable rapture.
Amongst brown branches and trunks tipped with golden greens, streams of blue jingling bells aside single green stems, royal colour. Swaying blades, specked with yellow buttercups, dashes of mauve, white milkmaids and cowslip.
Breathing in, filling, expanding body (and mind), rising, the sensation gentle and pure, living scent.
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