Rain dancing on an old tin roof, pouring through the open window
Seaweed sunbathing, calloused soles racing across hot sand
Sweet conversations between the wind and our birch tree
Tap water tea with honey, wool blankets prickling my skin

I fill up the empty vials in my mind with their extracts
Carefully storing each delicate moment somewhere safe and dry
Little perfumes I take out and apply to each pulse point
Whenever my reality begins to unravel