I smell the faintest sent of burning wood and sap.
Yesturday, smoking half a pack of cigarettes was healthier than breathing the air.
My eyes are burning.
Our world is burning.
Sometimes I go on walks in the rain. I don't bring an umbrella or rain coat. Sometimes, I don't even wear shoes. I like to feel the rain drops trickle down my hair. I like the splashes of rain on my skin.