So I think I’m going to fall for winter. Although I am weak against the cold and I prefer summer heat, I think winter has its own charm too.
I’m totally occupied by the sweet enchanting irresistible flowers perfume from the roses, especially the night-blooming jasmine and the mock lemon. If there is a reason to love winter, for me it will be both a deep black clear sky night with the stars AND the scent of the night blooming flowers.
It’s a haunting one, I swear.
And definitely a stress reliever.
Somehow breathing in the flower scent makes me feel like it connects me to another world. An exist.
Hey flowers, where do you want to take me to?