Soft rainwater, mist drenched hazel wood, meadow grasses, sage blooms, orris root, ozone, grey amber and vetiver. Deep, dark, cool and mysterious.

When the black herds of the rain were grazing, In the gap of the pure cold wind And the watery hazes of the hazel Brought her into my mind, I thought of the last honey by the water That no hive can find.

Brightness was drenching through the branches When she wandered again, Turning sliver out of dark grasses Where the skylark had lain, And her voice coming softly over the meadow Was the mist becoming rain.

- Austin Clarke, The Lost Heifer

Art: Nocturne: Silver and Opal by Artist: James McNeill Whistler, early 1880s