I'm a little drunk tonight. It's true. Vodka.
I had a
craving. An olfactory craving, if you will. So I wandered across the
street- barefoot -over to the woods at 3 am to get to the mimosa tree. I
plucked a choice a blossom: full, fuzzy, and fragrant, and brought it
back home to sniff late into the night.
Ah the sweet scent of insanity.