The United Colours of Spring #2
All it takes is one week to not be able to go out and walk,
to not be able to stand on your feet,
to whirl and twirl in the migraine maze accompanied by
the horse cough and then,
slide and glide on the couch as a consequence of a
running nose, all because of the Covid 19 Tempest.
As the Romanian saying goes, I might have drowned a
tiny bit like a gypsy at the shore.
Joke aside, it wasn’t that bad. It was more severe in
comparison with an influenza and yet, it wasn’t the end
of the world.
Somehow, I believe, I should care to talk about this,
in a separate post.
For two days, I had lost my smelling and taste senses.
So you can imagine, my dearest, the joy I felt upon
stepping into the United Colours of Spring, in the heart
of Cismigiu Gardens.
I could sense the core notes of spring.
I could sniff her… and her colours in.
Oh boy, the feeling of spring… this sense of humanity has
got me… feeling!
Has gotten me sensing my perfumes, again.
Can you imagine, my dearest, how it felt for me, a
Damascene Hybrid, not to be able to sense my perfumes and essential
For certain, feeling ought not be taken for granted…