The Judging Wind

#springwander The breeze carries fragrance from one end of the garden to the next, as if it too is choosing a favorite. A field of freesia to the left. A wall of jasmine to the right. Onlookers wander through color and scent, lost in the softness of the moment. The garden speaks fluently in bloom. And the wind listens closely. Even silence smells beautiful today. Even time seems to stop and stay awhile.