A candid, cache-sexe clearness clothes the draggled ether, pickling pure the heavy-hanging haze and dense-dangling dust between the moist monsoon downpours.
Over the continent, it thins up the elements, enriching the open-air excellence, heightening the sweetness al fresco and stropping the naked intensity of the light at night.
Across the thermic Atlantic, the limpidity sails at Mach two over macroscopic miles and draws the far-off horizon nearer to the shore. It showers ice crystals, shimmying the reflected cheesing on the cool, clear surface.
Flung in the air, it melts the translucent layers of hydro-nitro gas, lights a fuller flame in the sun, and splashes an extra bowl of milk in the visceral vat of the lurid moonlight.