I am Manifestation

My skin is cool as I bathe in the refreshing gale of early summer. Am I a new man? Perhaps the answer is found when warm sweat meets the breeze. My lungs devour the crisp air, refreshing as a new soda pop that sizzles on the tip of my tongue. I'm doing fine. Or, with a touch of extra spice: I'm at the highest point of my mountain. Do you see me? You might miss me— I blend with the moving air. Squint those tired eyes; I am a manifestation crawling out of a manhole, seizing your attention as a noon sunray catches a perspiration in its last recital.