Chapter XVIII - Apricot hills

So odd the taste of apricots again after all this time. And afterwards I swear everything was tinged with their essence. The hills not just burnt but soft and apricotty! Really it was very similar to being drunk or in love or maybe just very very sad.
Wandering in this stupor I almost didn't notice a slight change in the flows. A shifting in the aethers as if something in the sky above me became aware of my presence. Very faint yet distinctly there and quite focused somehow.
Anyway that's what it felt like for just a second or two when I finally departed from my odd and rather fruity imaginings. I say a second but maybe it was actually even less. As soon as it(?) registered my attention it disappeared, vanished, evaporated.
Who knows, maybe it's just an affliction that ails all lonely wanderers in these forsaken lands ?