Vibrational frequencies, electrical impulses through the flesh,
fingerprints and footprints acting as sensory sponges trying to translate the world into meaning.

Odours reach out from near and far, each one a deep and intricate story, from the dried and crunchy leaves of the cedar tree to the wet humous of the forest undergrowth, fresh laundry drying in the sunshine,

the array of flowers from tuberose to ylang, each a delicate symphony calling the birds and the bees, would these stories be any less poignant under the hard light of sight?