Cool

[rejectomorph]

Clouds rode the wind all the starless night, and chill made spring's leaves shudder. I could breathe this air for weeks on end and never tire of it. It smells of oceanic vastness and all the forests of the world, of burrowed earth and deep-rooted grass, of moss and mushrooms and ages of accumulated humus. On its edge, the faintest hint of jasmine explodes like a memory of desert sun.