Upon this day at dawn, there was a strangeness in its warmness, there was a scent within it, carried on the winds of change.
coming off the tail of summer, Replacing old ,a new season, a freshly scent of thought warning.
Although not alarming was the scent of this strange warning. carried within the wind of change. Not to alarming but assuring.
With this scent came pondering, and came a memory by this scent of warning, of a boy who's life was dawning, changing as the winds of change are changing's, forming into stranger Things.
As alarmed caused pondering turned to comfort, the was no warning after all, but a sign of new dawnings carried with the winds of change.
Telling gently to the listener of better changes coming their way.
With this wind and scent within it, sprung a seedling deep within him, making of his fibre glow. Rejoicing in this strange warning of the better seeds to grow.
within this scent, that thought a warning, though upon this new dawning, it came telling tales of new forming, carried by the winds of change.