There were two main camps of thoughts. One chorus line dealing with issues of words and how our emotional response depends on the words with which something is described. So, this first camp of thoughts jostled about in my head, working out dance steps concerning the power of synonyms. Even as I imaged invisible clouds of pollen ebbing and flowing across the landscape reaching from soil to stratosphere, I could feel my histamine system mounting its defense against the onslaught. Then these two camps of thought converged in a mayhem of action.
Pollen is just a polite term for plant sperm.
You've been walking around in a sea of sperm. Yes, the red itching of my eyes was caused by plant sperm irritating their surface. And my running nose was a body defense mechanism attempting to flush the plant sperm from my nostrils.