Tastes Vernal

Breeze blows through my window, smells, feels, tastes vernal, full of new life, green grass. The hairs on my recently shaved head wave 1-mm above my scalp wave and cheer, each of their radiant faces turning toward the window. Each hair recieves transmissions of a certain wavelength range. That information loaded energy washes down my spinal chord, and from there to my various glands, each of which begin to glow with distinctive hue. Smiles plaster my face, inside and out, perquisites of remaining open to life force dynamo hum coming through the open window.