Spiderwebs glisten gossamer in the early evening sunlight, fine spun threads of luminosity.
I can smell plant life in the air, fresh and green yet spiked with an earthiness. A bird squawks, car alarm pitch.
I close my eyes and in a sudden rush of breeze the leaves of the trees rustle, transporting me to a deserted beach on a chill day, although my body is warm under the bright gaze of the sun, tide speeding towards me across the sand.
They can sound the same, leaves in the wind and sea over ridged and wrinkled shore.
The heat of the sun is pooling in the crevice of my collar bone, the hollow of the side of my neck between head and shoulder, the left side of my lap.