Week-End in Normandy

Week-End à Deauville

Nicolaï 2011

I am sitting on Cloud 7, just sheared a cloud sheep and am crocheting myself a cloud dress. Meanwhile, I look down at the earth and count the perfumes, 1,2,3..... 25.... 38... oh, there are so many. A scent like heaven surrounds me. If it always smells like this here, then I will stay or come back later, there’s still time.
Spicy herb clouds wafted around me. I didn’t even know that there are green mint clouds and Peter himself grew the basil. Organic farming in heaven, watered with fresh rainwater from Cloud 8.
Eve stole the apple from the tree of knowledge and seduced Adam with it. I don’t even know if God ever wanted her back. (Eve, not the apple). Ah yes, they knew their spices in heaven. Cardamom was appointed the new demigod and he ensures that fussy (I didn’t mistype) lily of the valley and yellow ylang-ylang don’t become too floral-suffocating.
Hermes, the messenger of the gods, is wearing lederhosen and on his winged helmet are stuck needles from cedar trees. Who knows where he had to go again. Sometimes even gods have it tough.
A scent like a day in heaven. I haven’t been to Deauville anyway.