Fourth I Marched today, for the freshest air, into the blue, white, and gray intermix blasting transpiration through my hair as Zephyr got his atmospheric kicks step by obstreperous step to the fore, as a proud Zephyr won't blow in reverse to mark some bootless barometric score in the fluxion dynamic universe where inspiration is the first to flow... ...in myriad crepuscularities... perceived as a most ethereal show in thermic air current disparities, as uplifting to a vernal feather... as the forthwith march of...