The dream behind the scent
My skin tingles from the cold. It is then that I realize that there is wind rushing through my hair. I am flying! And, to my surprise, completely nude. My breath catches but there is no time for shyness. I have to focus on landing safely. I dive through cloud after cloud, growing lightheaded from the adrenaline.
Just before everything goes black, rustling leaves bring me back to earth. Their sound fills my ears as I coast through the upper canopy of a lush green forest. My pounding heart eases into a more gentle cadence. As I slow, my eyes can finally focus on my surroundings. White cedar and cypress trees tower above me.
My skin tingles again. I must find something to cover myself! I forge ahead on foot, grateful to be on solid ground. When I reach a clearing, I dress myself in the velvety soft crystal moss that covers the forest floor. Finally clothed, my body warms and I am excited to explore. I weave a crown out of juniper and vetiver, and breathe in the slightly sweet air. It is nothing like the heavy fog of the city. My steps grow lighter. I drink the milky sap of flowers and climb the tallest trees. The whole forest sparkles with morning dew. I live here now.
Inspired by Roberto’s dream
