A subtle scent draws you in,
Into a wormhole; a leap through time.
The wholeness of a passed rain on an Autumn day.
Sweet perfume hanging in the air around you and your nose.
Warm feelings flood through every nerve in your  hand..
Between the gaps of your fingers and the inside of your palm.
A cool draft across the back of your neck sends goosebumps down your back.
Children chatter and shout as they pass a ball back and forth.
Millions of blades of grass dance from side to side in harmony, to some unsung tune.
The ringing of the telephone at your desk draws you back to reality.