The English philosopher, Bernard Williams once said, “If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.”

As nature comes to her climax in the Northern hemisphere, the air is redolent of roses.

Aphrodite’s flower.

The Star of Venus, who waltzes eternally with Luna.

Dancing between the sun and moon, she do-si-dos, in the bee’s figure of eight.

First, Venus kisses our hearts, then feelings are made fluid by the moon. The vessel through which our emotions flow, her pull makes us vulnerable and moody.