COMPLIMENTS FROM STRANGERS

He briskly strides through the conifer woods, confidently gliding away from the crisp ocean waves.
The salty shore gives way to a sweet warmth. Resin becomes burnt sugar.
It looks as if he’s moving east.
Soft and welcoming voices can be heard somewhere far in the distance, they urge you to look up from the path.
Now is not the best time to be hidden away. Now everything burns and sparks.
Now is the perfect time to hear what they are trying to say.

“…perfume that turns heads”