Scents overlapped each other. Gardenia. Magnolia. Clematis. Hyacinth. Today was the perfect spring day. The sort of day where the very idea of work was sacrilege. She pushed the thought away with barely an effort because today was about appreciation and wonder and reminders about what was important in life. Life itself. Every aromatic breath was a gift, a reminder that the people in her life were the only thing that mattered. These perfect days were about renewing her spirit the way the world renewed, springing to life after a healing winter sleep. Healing. She saw renewal everywhere. In the electric colors of the landscape. Hues so alive they tempted her to reach for silken petals, to run reverent fingertips along the weathered wood of the arbor. Even the whites distinguished themselves in the blooms of the magnolia, the clematis, strikingly different from the towering piles of clouds in the sky.
