A Forgotten Wonderful

The most lovely thing happened. I walked outside to light the clay lamps in Bryan’s driveway, to get ready for our little party. The gardener had watered the driveway, creating a false humidity, and soaking my bare feet. It was so warm, and combined with the humidity, the one bougainvillea branch hanging over from the neighbouring house smelled like perfume from an old blue glass atomizer. I bent down to light the clay lamp underneath, and water from the flowers brushed and ran down my bare shoulder. I happened again as I stood up. I had bougainvillea water running down my spine and across into those little wisps of hair that every woman has falling out of an updo.. It was perfection.