“What in hell”, she whispered to herself. 

She looked up, past the magnanimous trees that were standing before her, and spoke directly into the feather like clouds that sat high above in the peacock painted sky. 

“You are going to have a hell of a lot of explaining to do, later.  I am certain that you are aware of the fact that I am really unhappy with you right now.  You are, after all, called the ‘All Knowing’. 

She lifted herself from the ground, trying to ignore the aches that were obviously caused by the fall, and began to regain her composure.  Taking a deep breath, her lungs engulfed as much of the sensuous smell within the air as they could hold. 

“What is that?” she asked herself quietly. 

In contemplating the mixture of scents, she recognized jasmine, lilac and honeysuckle.  She thought, “if only this could be captured, for my pleasure, to experience as I choose”.  Slowly, and unwillingly, she released it back onto the breeze.  How magickal that a single breeze has the ability to trigger so much clarity and peace within my soul…

 

Of Chapter Three...

 

‘Branwyn, dear would you go into the pantry and choose a coffee, breakfast is nearly complete and our guests should be on there way here as we speak’

 ‘Yes, grandmother’.  

I walked across the hard, velvety wood of the floor taking notice through the garden windows that dawn had just begun to approach.  Reaching down I opened the latch to the pantry.  Twine tied, burlap sacks lined a large portion of the many shelves within the small room.  Each was labeled with a name in conjunction to the particular flavor of coffee it contained.  Blackberry cream, persimmon fruit, orange blossom, and lavender spice were always one of my regular choices.  The bags were tied lower than the others exhibiting their near emptiness.  My fondness for flavored coffee was definitely a characteristic was most admired in me by others.  The unique, and unusual, but complementing flavors that I have created over these past few years have acquired a great deal of admiration to those I have shared them with.  I plucked down the bag labeled ‘orange blossom’, and grabbed the mortar and pestle from the shelf just below it.  When I exited the pantry I reached with my free hand to close the door behind me.  To my surprise my husband stood on the other side leaning against the wall...

Thank you for your cooperation.