Outside the air smells alive, new greens and growths coming into being.
The Springtime breeze swirls warm after midnight, whispering as it mingles and hushes through leaves. You can hear the great rush advancing, whipping up the night air.
You stand in the doorway with palms facing out towards the darkness and allow the current to caress and sweep you away. You breathe in the gentle perfume and embrace it to calm your inner unease.