The afternoon sunshine is just right, and the floral scents fill the air.
Though he tries to keep his thoughts pure, cognitive stagnancy inevitably attracts particulates of mind like gathered dust.

"Healing one's thoughts is just as vital as the maintenance of one's health."
The fools' clamoring fades alongside fatigue as he sinks into the water, letting all thoughts loose, his mind elucidated and ordered.

"Truth eludes all filths, accepting only those of pure thoughts."