12. A Race And Some Respite

-Jian-

I burst into a thicket at the western end of the park near the windmills and Park Chalet. With my nose in the air, I sniff, trying to catch Aline’s unique scent.

A few weeks ago, I discovered something about her fragrance during my last botanical garden meeting with the nature conservancy. The workshop was about preserving the state's native plants and the presenters had aromatic samples of California wildflowers. I stayed after to satisfy a curiosity about the composition of Aline’s fragrance. It hadn't come as a surprise to find her identifying perfume was a mix of Nightshade, and Wild Ginger. Both reminded me of her, a bit dangerous, hot, untamed, and spicy. The final blossom in Aline’s bouquet proved the most difficult to uncover. Standing in the deserted meeting room, the discovery of the mystery fragrance brought an immediate smile to my face. I identified Aline’s last delightful scent in a tiny vial labeled, Wild Sweet Pea.

Of all thing