Fragrance
I who live close by bear witness that at certain hours of the night or day it floods the areas of the square where it lives and enters the windows of neighboring houses; it’s more important than the corporeal beauty of the trees because even the blind can see it through the illusion of perfume, as through music. Often, at any hour, I tried like a sleuth to find where that heavenly fragrance came from and I reached the conclusion that it’s simply like the soul lodging nowhere and all about.
Silvina Ocampo
Árboles de Buenos Aires, 1979
And wheresoever and whensoever and with whomsoever – I know myself connected with any and all who intuit this scent’s source.
wind in my wheels 🌱 