Flower Press

She pinches the pink bloom in between her slender fingers, as she gently pushes her nose into its silken petals.  
And with one breath, the smell of sweet perfume traveled her nostrils straight to her heart.  
And for a moment, she was running through a hay field in the heat of summer, dress catching on the occasional thorn from wild roses, him waiting for her at the other end of the golden sea.    
Laughter her song, bare feet her shoes.  
Him whispering as she makes it to his arms, stay...  
As she slowly lifted her eyes from the moment, and quickly presses her nose to the bouquet to fall back into his embrace once more.