Saturday, May 28, 2011

Lilac Daze

I smelled them before I saw them. The peaceful, sweet, spring-is-here-despite-the-clouds-and-rain smell drew me on. I topped the rise, and the trees gave way to a meadow dotted with lilac bushes. The largest of these, royally clothed in purple splendour, was easily ten feet high and twice that in diameter. I hurried down the path twards it, not stopping until my face was buried in flowers. I inhaled peace and serenity, and the tension of the past week flowed down through my body, through my legs and toes into the ground, utterly destroyed by the drug of scent.

Lilac Daze, Crayon on Paper by Ruth Cooke
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