Roses, being fearless and scents in the air
2. A child tells me that she wants to thank me for helping her not to be fearful of life. What a joy and privilege.
3. As I wander up the hill in the early evening light, the scents of the earth, released by a sudden downpour earlier, assail me. I pick up hints of lavender, heady roses, box hedge and other sweet blossoms that I can't quite identify. It makes the meeting I'm heading to, and slightly dreading, a little easier.