When was the last time you walked in the street and the smell was so overpoweringly sweet, just shy of being wrapped in honey? But that fragrance is lilacs and there is not a tree in sight. The perfume is drifting up to me as I tiptoe down this steep hill littered with old stones, navigating a constellation of dog shit - but that doesn’t matter.
Not now, but soon
Not now, but soon
Not now, but soon
When was the last time you walked in the street and the smell was so overpoweringly sweet, just shy of being wrapped in honey? But that fragrance is lilacs and there is not a tree in sight. The perfume is drifting up to me as I tiptoe down this steep hill littered with old stones, navigating a constellation of dog shit - but that doesn’t matter.