DAY DREAMS
A cool breeze ruffles his hair, a soft tickling caress. His eyes are closed against the penetrating glow of the sun, dull pink filters.
He knows he has places to be and things he should be doing, but for the moment, this is all he wants.
This quiet moment of solitude, the blades of grass ruffling softly, tickling his cheeks and neck. It is a nice way to spend a day, quietly contemplating, not dwelling on anything of consequence.
His mind wanders and he is happy to let it go. He spends too much time thinking and planning. It feels food to turn it all off and embrace the nothingness.
Thoughts flitter past, unformed impressions. Memories pass by and new ones form. It is the ideal way to pass an ideal day.
He has things to do and places to be, but for now, they can wait. This is his time, his moment in the sun. He will let time dictate when this moment will end, slowly ticking ever onward towards unknown destinations.
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