Thursday, October 6, 2022

WALK #50

If walking is an exercise in observation, I'd give myself a grade no higher than a C. My mediocre grade results from belatedly realizing that harvest is underway. If I'd been truly observant, I would have noticed that harvest started simply from seeing the grapes stripped from the vines. Instead, it wasn't until I stumbled across a tractor hauling away some grapes that I realized harvest season has arrived. After mentally smacking moiself on the head, I began to grin. Harvest in wine country means that, soon, the air will be perfumed by grapes lusciously fermenting across the valley--it's a wonderful smell. You get drunk on its resonance rather than alcohol. And, inevitably, you make a memory. Here are some favorite quotes regarding fragrance:

Perfume makes silence talk.” – Sonia Rykiel

“Perfume is a story in odor, sometimes poetry in memory.” – Jean-Claude Ellena

“Love is a perfume you cannot pour onto others without getting a few drops on yourself.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.” – W. Somerset Maugham



Longing


Grapes ferment air

to bring

you


back to me

through your

fragrance


still lingering within

my longing

hair



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