Winter Jasmin Blossom
The jasmin blossoms for the second time this year.
It´s past fall and the jasmin-blossom-scent mixes with cold, wintry air as you open the window. It feels like two places become one, like they and you dissolving in something.
It´s hard to stand this overwhelmingly beautiful, somehow contradictory smell, like there is not enough perception in you to fully absorb,
although you are longing for. (you are really longing for!)
Love stuff enters your mind. How hard can it be for the shall to crack open?