Sunday, February 18, 2007

Honeysuckle. A nonpolitical post.






Honeysuckle

Yesterday evening I was walking around my garden worrying and planning as usual, when suddenly the scent of honeysuckle slapped my face and then disappeared. All cogitation stopped, a different part of the brain flared alive and, for one second, I was the night-dancing moth the honeysuckle was pining for. Miraculous.