The Scent of Possibility

The smell sliced through the air, sealing me in a cloud of fragrance. I closed my eyes and felt the particles dancing accross  my skin. The sun was warm on my flesh, and it completed the picture that was painting itself around me. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm the air around my body, to make the fragrance even more awe-inspiring. I was moved beyond words. That something as insignificant as a woman’s subtle scent had its place in the workings on the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this simple momentary truth. The fragrance encircled me in a way I’d never known, as though the very air had taken on her scent and turned so gracefully into a living breathing entity intent on making its presence known to me in the most physical way possible. The gripping I felt inside at the exploration of its intricacy astounded me, and the labyrinthine mystery of its clockwork textures left me wondering just what type of purpose this particular machine could possibly have. Not only for me, but for the vastness of the world and all the people this scent would ever encounter, I was curious. And I dare say, instantly enthralled.

~ by Silence on March 28, 2009.