It’s lilac season. One of the few times of the year defined by a smell. My neighborhood is full of them. I sit on my balcony and breathe it in. I’m filled simultaneously with the unfiltered joy of nature’s very best perfume and a terrible sense of dread.
Lilacs and Other Things Ephemeral
Lilacs and Other Things Ephemeral
Lilacs and Other Things Ephemeral
It’s lilac season. One of the few times of the year defined by a smell. My neighborhood is full of them. I sit on my balcony and breathe it in. I’m filled simultaneously with the unfiltered joy of nature’s very best perfume and a terrible sense of dread.