No, not the perfume, me. My obsession. With all things sun. Sunrises, sunsets, sunflares. I can’t help it. I found myself having difficulties driving home from my sunset stalking last evening, as I had little lights flashing in my eyes for about a minute after I left the scene. (I think the technical term is retinal damage).
I am sorry if you are tired of seeing my repetitive theme but, like most obsessions, well…I can’t seem to stop. I probably need a therapist. Unfortunately I am one, and we are awfully hard to treat.
So be it. I choose to embrace my obsession with vigor. As if I had a choice in the matter.