composed by hand at the foothills of ala-too
worn everywhere.
air with a direction
Silence has its own scent too.
a day on an island you never want to leave
If a scent can be fully explained with words, the work is not yet finished.
a northern wind in an empty wooden bar
campfire smoke over black water
a bitter wind before the first storm
smoky fireplace embers and a cup of tea in a blizzard
