Imagination: "Putting myself in the picture"

I see poverty at its work. this innocent looking young man has fallen victim to a foul cruel judgment. I feel a crisp fall breeze blowing through the home rolling through the virginia hills. I hear the rustling sound of the trees swaying and the leaves falling. the wind chime above sings, giving a calming presence. I smell the rain in the distance. the dirt and mud give a strong semi unpleasant smell. I can taste the moisture in the air. not humid, but timid. a fall air feeling.