I see palm trees and green spread across the city
I see the ocean and smell the salt in the air
I can see sailboats and large white rigs dotting the water
I hear exotic birds, hiding in the palms, calling to one another
I feel the cool breeze and warm sun on my skin
But there’s one thing I don’t see, I don’t smell, I don’t feel on my skin
That leaves the scene glaringly incomplete.

chamois butter?
how did you know?