Roxanne lives a couple hours away from us, and she had to return home the day before yesterday. A sad parting made less so because our next visit is already planned.

Last night though, as I climbed into bed I was graced with the scent she had left behind. A wonderful mixture of her perfume, her shampoo, her body. A scent which brought her instantly to mind for me, and which served as a reminder of the wonderful time we had shared.

This morning I was greeted by her again, her scent upon my towel.

I miss her already, but I know she will be returning very soon.