7 February, 2007
When I am out walking in the rain, I am frequently assaulted by the most delicious yet evasive odor – it smells of lemon grass, sweet and citrus, yet rich and earthy. I freeze in my tracks and begin investigating the nearby shrubbery, pinching leaves and sniffing vigorously in a vain attempt to identify the culprit. It is such a profound scent, that I expect to see a gigantic bush covered in huge yellow flowers dripping with nectar. I can never find it. It is like trying to focus on the floaty things inside your eyeballs. I can only smell it out of the corner of my nose. It seems to exist only when my mind is preoccupied with worldly thoughts, then vanishes as soon as I turn my attention to it. Such a frustrating delight!
11 February 2007
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