Monday, June 23, 2008

On the wind, conveyance and wild mint.

1. In the station car park, the wind scutters a leafy willow branch across the ground, whirls the tarmac smell into our faces and whisks clouds into mares' tails high above us.

2. New car smell, a door that closes firmly behind me with almost no effort, and firm new car seats.

3. We walk up the track in the dust and the smell of wild mint comes and goes.


  1. Three perfect gardenia blossoms in a vase by my bed where I can smell their fragrance all night.

  2. ah yes that new car smeell...mine smells like dogs..


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