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I'm in a garden, a little overgrown but still beautiful, just aesthetically left to its natural growth. I briefly enjoy the breathtaking sight of purple magic and only glimpse a gentle splashing behind me, when I am rudely - not brutally, but still very determinedly and a little against my will - pushed headfirst into the lilac bush. For a moment I feel pleasantly close to nature, so authentic and real does the flower smell in front of me, almost a little Frida Kahlo-esque the lilac stretches out on all sides around my head. But just as Frida Kahlo's gaze sinks sternly on you when you look closely, so too does the beautiful lilac gain a biting severity and after only a short time the tiny lilac blossoms tickle my nose unpleasantly and I can literally feel the pollen creeping down my throat.
Forgotten are the beautiful orange trees and rose bushes, briefly perhaps a breeze of jasmine blows to me and far too far away is the beautiful splashing of the soft almond milk spring.

Too bad. The visit to the garden would definitely have been more enjoyable if I had been allowed to stand in the middle, look at all the blossoms and feast on the almond milk in between, because then I would have been smiling and fascinated by the fleeting lilac with every breeze and would have dreamed myself into bliss. So, unfortunately, the whole thing remains at a one-time visit.