Saturday, December 4, 2010

Layers: Under the Tree

Tonight, I smell as if I've been rolling around the forest floor, rubbing up against trees, streaking moss in my hair and on my body. I'm your cat who just came back inside from outdoor adventures unknown. But traces of scent remain; green milky sap, crushed leaves, all sorts of trampled flora, twigs, branches, whole oak trunks with bark slivered off without much effort by sharp claws. The season is Spring, the ground is thawing and all kinds of animals have marked their territory in one way or the other, but I pay no heed. I am just a traveler, and I already have a home. I am home.

Diptyque Philosykos & By Kilian Pure Oud


  1. Oh my soul, you must smell soooo good.

    Great writing! I look forward to reading more.

  2. Thanks! It's fun to write when I'm not really reviewing anything, just exploring.

  3. Nice combination! I kind of feel that way about my vintage Bandit.