Fresh and cool, like iced tea with lemon and a little fruit of some sort. It’s androgynous and ultra chill. It’s not a boring fresh, a fascinating fresh, a unique almost other worldly, mystical misty faerie morning fresh, but not a cloying sweet children’s story book faerie, a folklore morally ambiguous slightly scary faerie, a chilly and beautiful force of nature faerie. This is a beautiful spring morning that might turn to freezing rain you might get lost in.
I am delighted and fascinated.
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 