Descend

A yearning to go alfresco in the monsoon
The saliva from the haze above punches an exterior
Descending, the aroma, a drizzly, sodden fragrance
A realisation
A childlike moment
A sense of freedom
An abandonment of rationalisation
A rapid crash as the particles disperse wildly around.

I.M. Wilson

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