Tabs
They combine, these two. They play together. Not so the rock. Sturdy opposite; director of air; retainer of heat, in its firm, steady control of the wild fire. While these elements play or fight for mastery, we observe in silence, preparing other things, and as we loop cords around sentinel rocks we see a paradise of blueberries in the garden. The tent is up. Order becomes apparent out of disorder. The body aches deliciously. The palate reaches out toward the scent of hot food now moving in the air. The fire is brighter as the sky deepens. Coffee! Perfume. The music of the palate; the vibrations playing through nostrils. Are these any less than patterns in the eye, or vibrations in the ear. I think not. Nor do you I see. The gourmand misses this, because a prelude, or a nocturne in taste or scent is not discovered if gorged. It is sometimes, nay often, simple and chaste. Do you see the unique harmony of coffee and balsam scent?
I remember when I discovered that to concentrate the sense of smell upon one scent in continued absorption is to reach neutral or the absence of scent.