sniff, it is invigorating.

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-William Butler Yeats (he wishes for the cloths of heaven)

i read this poem at the end of an amazing photo collage at my uncle's wedding, and yes, the scent of love in the air is a little more intoxicating tonight. ha.