Howl Jardins d'Écrivains 2018

The little vial falls from my hand and shatters.
OH NO!!!
A beautiful scent fills the room.
I let the last drops glide onto my wrist - carefully, so I don’t hurt myself.
Beauty - vulnerability - transience - so closely intertwined.
I close my eyes, close to tears.
Don’t think! Just smell!
Oh! how beautiful it is! The whole room a cloud of lavender, tonka bean, cinnamon, and...
Wait - why sweet? Already? Isn’t that supposed to come later?
Doesn’t matter! Stay calm, mind! Just smell!
Time stands still for a moment. Too intense! Too beautiful!
Can it please stay like this?
No, work calls!
Can’t I just stay here and wait until the scent fades?
No, work calls!
Okay - scent, please stay on my skin until I’m off work, okay?
Okay!
Lunch break:
Are you still there?
Of course! Come closer!
Oh yes! There you are! Still so beautiful. Warm, soft, still lavender and ... oh a wonderfully even scent - just for me - I’d love to pull the blanket over my head right now, let you embrace me, and just enjoy.
End of work:
Hello scent! Are you still there? Is it you - or the memory? I don’t know.
Howl!?
No, I’m not crying. I’m happy to have experienced something so beautiful!