The aroma of sarcococca is overwhelming as a city worker in an orange jumpsuit yawns and uses the tip of his pickaxe to open the manhole. As if there was a garden under the city full of fragrant blooms we don't know about--the perfume a blend of roses and hyacinths.
The grey sky creates a restlessnes in me as I open the curtains repeatedly, obsessively waiting for change.
Snowdrops are blooming in traffic circles.
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