The air is cool and the warmth of the sunset layering over my skin. The smell of hotdogs sprays like a mist in the humid air.
(I’m sorry. You depended on me and relayed on my strength and I failed you.)
the hydraulics to the dump truck need to be changed, I wonder if the messenger on the bike will notice the dump truck [ in time] as he approaches the turn?..
Part of getting along with life is picking up some pieces and molding new ones.
Through the pocket of cool moisture I pass a gentle wave of light sweet, almost tart, (yellow flower$ and some pink) aroma.
I feel the air…cool and thin as I pass through it, humidity high with moisture collecting on the walls.
The sun adds layers of warmth upon my skin with the scent/taste of citrus in the air.
The air is cool and the warmth of the sunset layering over my skin. The smell of hotdogs sprays like a mist in the humid air
As it settles on my tongue it begins to dissolve. Liquifying, the sugars begin to slide…
I go out at night and I feel cool and refreshed. Feeling and interacting with my environment gives me a sense of calm, tranquility and awareness. The feedback I receive from my surroundings assures me of my presence and the role of which I play.