It smells sweet tonight, the fresh flowers are blooming and the wind and humidity has brought the scent out and made it linger. It is like a thick perfume rests in the air, I can feel the scent penetrate through my skin. It mixes with my hair, fills my lungs, and makes me sweet.

Though floral it is also that sugar candy, it tastes like a packet of candy just opened, where the dust poofs through the air, you choke, but the taste is so good that you hardly notice the pain, but boy does it hurt.

It is dark and the sky is clear, it should be beautiful and starfilled, but it is empty and dark and sad. You look up and see nothing, no moon, no stars, but it is clear, so it is good, beautiful velvety dark fills the tree line.

It is wet, you are close to the ground now and you smell the dew, how it mixes with the flowers and perfume and you know why it lingers, the smell is the dew, and it is on the ground and in the air. The smell has filled the sky and blocked out the stars. It is quiet, but loud, an airplane, and cricket, a bird. The buzz of the electricity surrounds you.