Wildblume

There is a sweet whiff of vanilla in the air and the wind caresses playfully. It smells like many yesterdays ago when we were young and when we were running around the reservoir, in high spirits.  The vanilla from the Gardenia factory and the wind from just above the waters. A time when everything was simple and life wore a gentle blush. Now, the sun is setting and nostalgia envelopes like the incipient night.