With a song
as old as time itself, the canopy choir greeted a summer squall with the increasing
psithurism of a thousand woody arms embracing overhead.
Breaking out
into open fields, the runner filled his lungs with a delicious petrichor of new
rain as sunshine turned puddles into a thousand pieces of shattered mirror
strewn out before him, a diamond path flashing fun-house rainbows on his way
back home.
