Once Upon an Afternoon
She sat cross-legged in the veranda, her dainty toes tucked in neatly under her. The journal lay open in her lap, its pages filled with her slanted script, the ink still damp and glistening slightly on the dots of the "i"s and "j"s.
It came upon her unannounced, taking her by surprise: Petrichor, the revitalizing smell of wet earth after spring showers. Her eyes searched the sky for rain clouds, but none were to be seen. It must have rained somewhere, though. She leaned back against the wall, soaking in the fragrance. Unusual for that time of the day, the sky wore a shade of faded pink -- almost as if trying to drop its curtains and retire, but the impish wind wouldn't let it. Oh no, it soared and dipped, the wind, carrying aloft the gentle fragrance, swooping down to whomever it could touch, as if to say "oh feel this, breathe this, sense this! do!"
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It came upon her unannounced, taking her by surprise: Petrichor, the revitalizing smell of wet earth after spring showers. Her eyes searched the sky for rain clouds, but none were to be seen. It must have rained somewhere, though. She leaned back against the wall, soaking in the fragrance. Unusual for that time of the day, the sky wore a shade of faded pink -- almost as if trying to drop its curtains and retire, but the impish wind wouldn't let it. Oh no, it soared and dipped, the wind, carrying aloft the gentle fragrance, swooping down to whomever it could touch, as if to say "oh feel this, breathe this, sense this! do!"
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