This prose is the inspiration for my “August Heat” perfume with lovely and sensual notes of Honeysuckle, Cinnamon, Sweet Orange, Ylang Ylang and Vanilla
Dreams From The Wood Porch
A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of an August heat…
Not yet Angel gold dipped in sin and prayer, her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor.
He rocks back and forth ceremoniously on the old porch with solemn and careful watching.
The evening damp strangles and descends the smoke clouded mist from the old man’s pipe as a whippoorwill hurriedly cuts through the last lazy moment of heat from the celestial terrace.
He waits in the gathering dark for her to come in as she moves steadfast and barefoot…
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