Heirophany and the Moon.
I stepped barefoot out of the kitchen door, my feet landing softly on the wet concrete, the air smelling of Earth + rain, the perfect petrichor that only the Spring season can carry.
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I stepped barefoot out of the kitchen door, my feet landing softly on the wet concrete, the air smelling of Earth + rain, the perfect petrichor that only the Spring season can carry.