Crisp, autumn air dances across your skin. The arousal invites a tensing of microscopic muscles, a long useless adaptation which stands your hairs on end. You spasm, a shiver, as the creeping coolness suddenly pounces, hijacking involuntary responses.
You lose your breath. Inhale.
Is that a skunk? You shift your head as muddled words make their presence known. They are as unclear as their meaning, the conversation's distance eats away at enunciation. No skunk at all!
Inhale again; your nostrils dive deeper into the cornucopia aromas that embrace you. Ragweed pollen floods your nose and violently leaves in one short burst.
Your sneeze accompanies the symphony of crickets. Quickly, the stillness consumes you, as you recline further onto the cool, damp grass. Feel the camaraderie with nature as you are enveloped.
Become one with its tranquility. Join its peace.
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