Sniffing the fine floral fragranced air we slowly descended along the steep hillside path.

We heard music drifting up and wafting around us like a magic, healing vapor.

Tea was brewing in many of the small houses below us, we could smell that aroma as well.

A magic perfume was the treasured offering in the village. It guaranteed the wearer they would meet the person of their dreams.

The success rate was nearly one hundred percent.

Might as well buy some when passing through!

Romance in the clouds, on the ground and by the mountainside.

We’re all at sea.

But we’re also crystal clear.

So sharp we might be clever.

So kind we could spend a century becoming a saint, and that’s quick.

So sure we’ll be asked to be a guest host.

For breakfast we like multi-grain toast.

I’d like to take a shape and read it a story about texture.

In the short shadow between tone and timbre there is a reflection of seasoning and tempertaure.

It’s a lesson of sorts. Learning nothing and understanding everything.

So much was connected we’d imagine blowing a fuse.

But when you’re trained as an astronaut there’s a lot of leeway between what is possible and what you mange to do.

Bop. Tooof. Harrrrr.

You know what I mean.

Now, follow me closely.

A few steps more, a deep breath, open your eyes!

The magic number. The lucky amber. The best guess.

Soon. Later. And, now.

Upright. A beacon of solidity and reliability.

Half the minutes consumed were devoted to watching paint dry. It has to be said that nobody noticed any change during the evening.

In the morning everyone felt refreshed and also invigorated in a way none could explain except to say they had never experienced anything like it.

New projects were mooted, accepted and ranked according to the density of diamond-like beads sewn onto the end of every proposal.

The attendance figures at the local cinema were boosted to the highest levels seen since the festival of shadows and fables.