Santal, musky, and familiar.
With notes of tonka, amyris, amber
& nostalgic reveries.
Routine vol.1
A scent to remind you of yourself.
(And a tale about the river)
In spring,
She likes to luxuriate in the wasting of time.
To her, it's the epitome of prime.
Draping herself about the Adirondack.
Dosing the sun along the melting river bank.
She listens to the shelves of ice crash into newly flowing water.
The sound equivalent to thunder.
Surprising her to remember.
After she freezes, she thaws,
along with the debris of a golden autumn.
She will become an iceberg island for a spell.
Slowly and inevitably becoming the flow.
Surprising her to remember,
She is indeed, and was always,
The river.