Early Morning

The world always smells so much stronger in the early mornings. Pungent, I guess. I walked up to where he was standing.

“Is that the lantana?" I ask quietly, unable to keep the scent from entering every pore of my body.

“No, they’re spraying for beetles"

“Oh."

“You look tired. You should go in and sit down." I know with out looking up that he hasn’t even glanced over his shoulder to where I’m standing, much less me.

“I’m fine." I sigh, but retreat inward anywise.

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