Monday, 9 February 2009


I'm blessed with the time to watch the changing reflections. The smell of snow, there really is one, infuse my nostrils, filling me with a desire to  bottle it, for the months ahead when I need its crisp aroma most. My mornings are bright, spent dancing and breathing in long lung full snow breath. Attempts at drawing and listening occupy the afternoon hours, but it's at dusk that all possibility reveals itself.

1 comment:

Emily Speed said...

Lucy, I have been finding much inspiration in your blog today -just when it was badly needed! Thank you. I found this perfume studio in Brooklyn when I was working in NY State and he has snow.. really. Blue Smokey Turkish Tobacco and Russian Caravan tea remain my favourite smells however!