Le temps est bonHesperidea Eau de Parfum

Le temps est bon, the sky is blue… And her heart too, light, like a summer breeze in the hollow of her neck. She walks barefoot on the warm ground, a sprig of verbena between her fingers, her thoughts in disarray, but her soul at peace. The world may turn, but she slows down. There is a sweetness in the air that nothing presses. A bright bergamot, a burst of light on the skin. She smiles for no reason, perhaps just because she becomes aware of simple things: the sky, the wind, the sun. Neroli at the edge of her eyelashes, a little grain in the hollow of dreams. All is calm, yet vibrant. A warm breath of musk slides across the nape of her neck. She expects nothing. She lives. And in this nothingness, there is everything: carelessness, light, the desire to love for no reason. Perhaps that is true freedom: being here, now.