Within one breath

I lay on the sofa and wondered what to do.
I reached over and I opened the window.
The air flowed down to me.

I inhaled and sensed.

Cooled sunset air from a bright day.
Pollen of an English, soft leaved foliage.
Ash from one last chimney fire.
Gravy of the first dish served on a picnic table.

Within one breath the season has changed.