The evening primrose splits its smell. Summery incense. It spreads into the night’s the first hour. A sacred choreography. You participate. A repeated spectator. A miracle. Given to you. Like an uninvited magician with gifts. Present. At birth. A “want” digs the air around you. It might be you. Searching. Being awake in the dream. Without fear. Letting yourself to travel. In your own horizon. Promised Land. Enlightened. Sun winner.
