Yesterday I saw a man in the park, standing by himself under some tall eucalyptus trees. His head was tilted awkwardly backwards, and he held one of his nostrils shut using his index finger. He was breathing deeply through his one accessible nostril. Then he shifted hands, and held the other nostril shut. More deep breathing.
It took me a second, but then I figured it out. He was breathing in the eucalyptus, obviously. The air was heavy with the scent, and he had found himself a private, yet public, indisputably natural, aromatherapy spa.
The air was also heavy with springtime pollen. I hope the benefits at least canceled out the harm.
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