|In the sun|
As far as me it's fine if I can have the sun. I just need a bit of grass, a bit of water and a lot of sun to be completely happy.
The wind washed all clouds away from our sky and gave it me back immaculate, vibrant blue. So now I can sit at my favourite table and contemplate. I have a book and some work to do but basicly I'm lost in the sun, savouring the pleasure of it.
It isn't exactly 'hot', it's early and still a little windy, but the sun is warm my face and the light makes me close the eyes. It remembers me the sunny midday in the mountains, skiing far from the world, in a white desert of sparking snow.
The glitter on the water is fascinating, dazzling. My bike is leaning on a tree already crowded of sparrows, inquisitive and bold.
A good coffee, a good friend who finally found a moment to meet excaping her shop in the lunch break.
|By the river|