The wet mossy earth, preserved under a flowing arctic river. A winter garden of flowers that flourish in even the rawest of environments. Sea rocket, cassiope, apple blossom and moonflower blooming under the northern stars, a dreamy scent, carried in the mist. The pure innocence of freesia that radiates from afar, and the grassy floral of boronia that transcends the night. The psychedelic and transforming power of the moonflower pod that transcends time and space. A moonlight filled trance.
They are yours to take, to have, and to hold. Light them in trains, taxis and hotels. Light them between cracks in the sidewalk, on window sills. A home is wherever you make it.