Weather 8/3 (found in notebook)

The smells in the air of forgotten weathers.
A cool shock before this summer's first cold rain
Calm, comforting, an enwombing cradle held bated in health
To slow and open to see the spectral passage of lights and skies
pressures and heats at their conjoined lack
Makes the work world fade to a pretty circus
Who knows whose life is dependent?
To say more than intended
By way of a thought of a smell of a history of a presence