Walking under maple trees in Camberwell, I closed my eyes, there was something about them that made my heart thump. I couldn’t see what it was. So I kept my eyes closed, and took several deep breaths, here it came again. It must be something so dear to me as every time I see the maples and inhale their smell, these sweet feelings come all back to me.
Oh, Dear Trees! Help Me! What’s that about you and this familiar precious fragrance? I was pondering when my mobile phone rang:
“Salam Moji” ….. “Hello Moji”….
OH! That’s it. That’s the secret of maples. They remind me of my love.
I walked with him hours and hours under maples in Shemiran a leafy suburb in Tehran. I found trust in his eyes while air was laden with the smell of maples.
Yes, that’s it. I love maples, my love is summed up in their cool green engulfing scent.
Just keep breathing, you would find it too, for yourself.
