all the humid exhalations of faeries.
Is that why it's so sticky around here!! Phew, it's hot. Bloody faeries breathing out!
You remind me of the woods this morning, and the heat and sun burning through my anger at a terrible altercation on the road where a guy was an utter twat to me and I nearly called him 'sir', but didn't, and retreated to the faerie woods, and held my heart like a child, and waited, and waited, for the light to come back in.