I walk back from Sunday market burying my face in a large bouquet of freshly cut Mimosa. The floffy yellow pompoms kiss my cheek. Their joyful scent weightless like a wind careers.

 

      A soft veil of sweetly warm Vanilla and delicious Tonga wraps around me like the first rays of February sun. My spirit blossoms with exquisite delight. My soul sings a tenderly sweet tune. I soak in the splendor and glow with joy