For Jilly’s Jim Harrison quote prompt.
“Much that you see isn’t with your eyes”
There are pictures in these words, as vivid as sunlight on water, that ripple and whisper like the scent of walking on wild mint. I remember turning my head as the smell rose, drifting in crushed opulence, and seeing the white scut of a small deer dancing into the tree shadows by the stream—red deer, green shade, in a vibrant halo of mint and memory.
Summer almost gone,
the scent still lingers.