tastes like: fresh basil. and feels like: sun on skin.
and even after long sticky days in an office that won’t join any modern century and put in air conditioning…
I still love it.
The thrum of the fan.
Hundreds of frogs singing.
The rustling of tree leaves, reminding me of the ocean.
Fresh mown grass tingling my nostrils.
Young spicy-scented basil plants.
Girly polish on toes.
New, new life in a gorgeous world.