in the mirror of my mind's eye....
i see a hint, a glimmer, of something past...
a color...lavender....etched into my memory bank...
a scent....
the "REFLECTION" of the SCENT of LAVENDER...
gorgeous...
impossible to replicate..
no anthropomorphic term can give it credence ...
and i reflect....
upon those 'lavender moments'...
regal and mystical and aristocratic.....
with a twist of 'irony'...
with a twist of MY PARTICULAR brand of ironic repartee....
thankfully...
there is a mug of hot chocolate...with whipped cream and sprinkles...
waiting for me by the fire....
and of course, MY LAVENDER slippers....:}}
there is beauty and bounty among the embers after all....
