The smell of petrichor is always so enticing. It is the bark, musty smell of fresh rain fallen on the dry earth. The rain quenches the thirst of the earth and the accompanying petrichor, makes me take deep breaths, which makes my senses dance in abandon and glee. I look in all directions for a rainbow as the soft moist wind blows my being into an ecstatic, but still dance. It is intoxicating indeed. What makes it such a pleasure? It probably is because of how I respond to it. I have created an aura of heavenly pleasure around a natural phenomena. I should do the same with every sunrise, sunset, dusk, storm, wind, spring, summer, autumn and winter. I need to create a halo for every breakfast I have, and an aroma around every dinner I partake in life. My life would be bliss. Bliss occurs when we surrender our thoughts, which triggers the emotional and physical domains that we create, around the moments in which we are alive……..