Laura was sitting with two friends on a bench in a rooftop garden. It was summer, the air was warm, and the golden evening sun would leave the night gentle and vivid. 

“I believe in relishes”, Laura said.

"What kind of relishes do you have in mind?", I asked her. “The feeling of my wet hair on my back when I swim in a lake… the water on my skin… the sun reflected in the water, the waves curling… sensual relishes.”

She continued: “I love eating snails in garlic sauce… I love rosemary. Herbs, in general. I love herbs. Natural phenomena. Good smells. I love the feeling of rose leaves touching my face as I smell roses. I love ratatouille…” 

We woke up again from this little almost meditative journey. I tried to see her in the dawn light. Her dress was delicate and light on her skin, rosé silk textile. Her hair seemed to be slightly ginger blond. Laura’s smallest is embroidered by a spiralling ornament, symbolising all the little relishes life has to offer to dive in (and, yes, the snails). We can see her from the back coming out of the waters of a beautiful lake, her wet hair touching her back.