When smothered by human and animal fogged smell of dirt.
I got out from it, and walked right into a cold loving wall of darkness bliss.
I filled my lounges with that scent of night, that moist, cold air.
The moist air brought out the scent of the spring blossoms.
Again, I recognised the well-known scent of jasmine.
White Jasmine.
My insides hurt by the cold air as I breathed in as much as I could to catch the last impression of the night.
I closed my eyes, and breathed it in, ignoring that terrible pain. I found myself staring at the low, yellow crescent moon, when I opened them. Oh, such bliss.
To be greeted by the moon after the smothering by what could almost be mistaken for the scent of human carcass.
Not to be mistaken, to be considered.
Oh, that scent.
Be courteous.
Be grateful for being you, the one who caught the scent of night, the moist.

Forget the human carcass.
You\'re greeted by Crescent Moon.
Yellow Crescent Moon and White Jasmine

Tomorrow you\'ll be saluted.