Whoosh.

It wafts in and knocks you over. This ultimate, blindsiding freshness that you nearly forgot could ever be. This scent of perfection, of absolute beauty, the most perfect smell that has ever existed. It penetrates you, impales you, thrusts you right out of your socks, then out of your shoes, and most certainly right out of yourself. You're very small, you see. So incredibly unimportant, but it's easy to think of yourself as more than all of the things that are easy to ignore. But this breeze, this scent, this massive power that we will never fully grasp, it is here again. You are here again. Present and new again. It rattles your hair all around your face. It lifts your skirt. It caresses any little piece of you that it can get its invisible hands on. And you love every minute of it, because this is everything. Everything...