You are huddled against a flower's stamen, naked and much too cold to smell the fragrance soon to overtake your world. This void-black sky is the outstretched arms of rose petals, enclosed over you like a domed cocoon, fingers meeting high overhead and interwoven like strands of a grandmother basket. **Gasping Amazement! (sucking in) ...haaaaaaa That's the sound that you and this entire world make when the sky unravels, at first almost by accident, but then... pollen dances in the soft-beamed light falling like a breath *heart-melting sigh (release) ahhhhhhh... first fragrance of spring.
May 25, 2011