Fragrances of the Night

I won't make a quip about pollen and the morning dew causing us with spring allergies to go out of our minds. That last second between absolute night and speck of grey dawn is so small and alas over with in a blink.

It is how things are to the other senses that is remarkable about this time of night/morning. We can't see it and the silence gives no clue. It is cold on our skin. The taste buds are of no use. It is the smells we remember. This is Les parfums de la nuit.