STUDY # 17Summer, autumn? The window is slightly opened. Wind is unseen. At the sunrise in the morning? Nothing. Nothing … almost nothing. Just a pile of leaves and green twigs. A dream can hardly have a long ground way. “Oh, my love! Wind only. There …” Bitter cocktails squeezed of the citruses. Humus is still wet after the rain. Monastery garden yesterday and always. Some branches … Some flowers … Air, rhubarb and calamondin. Born in the shadow during the day. Simplicity. Sweet melancholy. Imaginary wedding of a day and night, a smile, smile. It is only one of those things. Radical, luxurious and reserved, almost of nothing. Family: flowery, spicy Top notes: estragon, mint, viola, geranium Heart notes: citrusy juice of calamondin*, rhubarb, black current Base notes: moss, lichen *Calamondin is a hybrid of a mandarin tree with kumquat.