A Sense of Vellichor

Trees breathe life, books exhale knowledge. There is nothing more cordial to me than the sight and smell of earthly pine that engulfs old libraries. The reminiscent sense of vellichor. Faded ink spilled onto aged pages, ingeniously filling people’s minds with colouful imagery. Worn-out papers, redolent of dust and decayed hopes. Melancholy. Disheveled and honest.