I imagined I could smell chlorophyll this morning. It was rather surprising, as I was inside at the time. Well, Imbolc has passed, and there are emerald and carmine buds swelling on the old grey brown growth of last year.
The phantom fragrance momentarily brought me to a season of colour, purity and optimisim, and in that moment I became what I could sense. It was like a tiny little holiday. I'm finding the winter particularly long and heavy this year. I am keeping positive by making candles and nurturing seedlings, as if I am tending the first little sparks of the year, encouraging them to burst into flame.
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