(Sunday, the 3rd of June, 2018,
Somewhere between 22:00 and 22:20.)
I step out onto the porch and the air, once more, wears the tantalising aroma of coriander.
I suspect this perfume- herbal, citrus, reviving- stems from some foliage in the neighbours’ front garden arrangement,
But its root, like this spirit-dipped Summer evening breeze
Swirls and dances with hushed, quietly confident magic and mystery.