The other night, I went outside, when everyone else was asleep. My three boys were snoring contentedly together, a jumble of limbs. The neighbours had turned off their 4BC and staggered into bed.
It was most enchanting.
All was hushed. I heard whispering leaves, crickets and a lonely car driving past in the distance.
I felt the breeze blowing on my face and hair.
I was filled by the sight of the moon, glowing like a luminous pearl between the silhoutted leaves and branches.
And I smelt the most beautiful balmy summer perfume. It was delicious!
I went out the next day to discover the magic ingredients of that perfumed breeze. If you're a subtropical dweller, you can probably give a good guess...