Peace in a bottle.
It was a summer evening, one that stretched out deliciously. A scent of Magnolia floated in the air almost suspending time and blew in her wild long hair. Notes escaped from the record player, crackling like cicadas, before mingling with the scent of Bergamot and Mirabelle trees. With her flower crown and bare feet, she looked like a Janis Joplin muse. biting into a delicious Mirabelle Plum. And my senses were bowled over.