The earthy aroma filled their sinuses 

The rough texture felt like sandpaper as the pad of their finger glides along 

The cover smooth the gloss finish glinting in the sunlight

The tranquility of this space occupied their ears
As nothing but the hushed whispers sifted through 

Their bones creaked and popped as they adjusted themselves 

The leather of the chair rubbed awkwardly against their legs 

With the setting sun casting its heavenly glow 

The flamingo pink and sorbet orange dispersing across the sky 

The feeling of solace settles in  

It’s like a breath of fresh air 

Or the heat you get when you consume something warm

It leaves a lingering feeling 

A feeling of Arcadia