Olfaction

Flanked by Dame’s rockets and Yarrow familiar flowers that greet me every spring with their breezy nods. Their irresistible, subtle scents never cease to captivate my olfactory perception. I swoon amidst their fragrant breaths and for one imaginative moment become their distant kin with an alien hue and scent commingling with them nonetheless until their odoriferous scents again sober my senses leaving a feeling of gladness.