Nighttime is petrichor and silver sky
Kissing my self-awareness softly
With lips of river’s mist and the promise of dawn
Crisp crunches of bunches of gravel
Caress corners of a mouth upturned into its cheeks
Feet attuned to a rhythm of the body
Mirrored in moonlight that dances behind clouds
Shifting about and sifting photons
Betwixt floating puddles pondering pensively
I don’t think I’ve seen a better use of “petrichor” 👏
Some lovely bits of alliteration to fill our senses with your experience of this sensuous nighttime stroll and now I know what that lovely smell that follows a rain is called.