Scents

She walked through an unknown, yet strange familiar street, ever curving; the houses on both sides threw their blueish shadows on the moonlit pavements. Their windows, as inviting orange beacons of light, contained the movements of television images, ever changing, pirouetting and as if living their own live, without meaning nor importance.

It was cold for the time of year, wind silent, but the grass and just stopped rain wrapped all things in a blancket of comforting thoughts.
Colored flashes of city silhouets in the hue of holiday memories imaged themselves in her enchanted mind, while the street lamps teetered in the shades of very early morning….

A door slammed, far away; somebody left his home…..

The scents of the blooming spring flowers materialized themselves in the now fledging dream…..