"Here I am, carried by the wind, off into the unknown.
While I let myself get swept away I feel a gentle pull.
I am not alone.
A kind old man swirls me through the air..."
"Life is a beautiful string of memories” he smiles and hands me over to his grandson. “Look, just as this feather, memories are strong yet fragile, solid but soft” and he continues “they are free, free like this feather floating in the air."
She travels through places, she travels through time, her imagination uplifted by the wonderful scents she discovers along the way.
