August 22, 2021

Something in the air feels wild to me. Rain tossing itself against my bedroom window during a thick sort of summer evening, the kind that makes you shiver and sweat at the same time. The wood in my room smells raw and damp like the inside of the small cabins we stacked ourselves into each summer and the green trees of the city are blooming with that sultry scent that comes after a storm, the one that tastes like bare earth meeting sky, the one you might breathe in from the shelter of a front porch as you watch a dreamlike dusk lay itself down on feral fields.

- E.L.