When the ripples of the past mar the image of today, and the fragrance of a past bloom embitters a current aromas broadcast.
Then what could have been, that never happened, can be blamed on nostalgia and fervent contrast.
For a new bloom will never perfectly reflect the past, neglect not this seasons bloom, searching for that of the last.
The past although sensual is intangible, cling to the present knowing it could leave you just as fast.