Reports From Unknown Places on Nostr: We report something sweet and sour about the sunset. Sitting on a bench, we feel the ...

We report something sweet and sour about the sunset. Sitting on a bench, we feel the breeze coming in waves around our neck, but every so often, warm air rises from the ground. We touch our hand to the earth, and the grass is full of sunlight. The candy floss melts in the clouds.