Inside "lemons from Italy, Bergamot
and Scented Geranium all invade the air.
Suddenly it's the calm after the storm.
A delicious, warm, sweet and slightly powdery mist
rises from the cobblestones..."
(yup, you can smell those fragrant Astier de Villatte goodies
just by reading the descriptions
and throwing in a drop of imagination
for good measure).
And outside, after climbing to the balcony
between the seventh and eighth floors,
filling one's lungs
with the warm, milky air of the night,
the city all hushed below,
suddenly disguised into a dreamworld.
And there we have it,
- a passing, soft waft
of those perfect August nights
that I idolise throughout the year...
even though it's officially September.