Antica Farmacista, Orange Blossom, Lilac and Jasmine
They awoke all smiles and picked up where they’d off. Outside, the rising chorus of car horns and school kids signaled the beginning of another day. The waves whooshed over the sand just down the road, but only if you knew how to listen for it. The sun poured over the mountaintops and streamed into the room, igniting his straw-colored hair and laying stripes down the backs of her legs. What time is it? He wondered. She silenced him with her lips. When is the last time you skipped? Left the world at the backs of your heels and just laughed and laughed?