Just Mel

Seven Mile Fragrance

Walking along Drummond Street, passing by the old Victorian terrace, running across the zebra crossing, under the same sky, same tree, same time... and for a moment I stood. Where was the refreshing fragrance from the Common Jasmine Orange? *One of favourites, a flower who has a beautiful name in my mother tongue, Seven Mile Fragrance (七里香)*

Still remember the day, I stepped foot at Drummond. It was bad and depressing, just simply down emotionally... Somehow, at that spot, I found smile and spirit to keep me going. It was the therapeutic fragrance. Since then, I stopped for couple of seconds and had a few deep breath every time I passed.

This noon, I was there again, but the fragrance was no where to be found. Lost, lost one day, today. I stood and tried to search. I only saw the flower faded. Couple of petals had fallen, couples had turned yellow, couples had... I looked up into the sky, gloomy and only had little sun light beamed through the mist of clouds. Then, I noticed the tree leaves by the streets had slowly coated with a greenish yellow texture.

It is autumn.

It was spring around this time last year, I was in Graz. I am in Melbourne now. With the fragrance disappeared in the air, it took away big piles of my sadness and sorrows. Out of the blue, I hand my hands high up and clapped couple of times, thinking that some of the leaves might fall. It had not. *smile*

I looked at my watch. I fastened my pace. I was late. The guys would be complaining... and they did. At least, I am much happier now. *smile*