I remember lily of the valley from days gone by in New England. It was also a scent my mom used when I was small… happy memories. I don’t see it much here in Oregon. I planted some and they are finally spreading.
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
― Khaled Hosseini,