He felt like a baked bean in a can, soaring through the air on a downward turn of a parabolic arc...
Infected ConnectionPoor woman! She probably thought change of air might agree with many of her children.
Mansfield ParkAnother glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
My First Summer in the SierraFull many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
The Last Four Things