Sinking, sinking, slowly into the mushy, moist grass.
The wind swept the smell of dampness to my nose.
It wasn\'t pleasant nor was it unpleasant.
Blinded by the sun that was shining through the trees,
I swiped my hand along a prickly bush as I walked past to guide myself.
It hurt. My eyes from the brightness and the thorns were grazing my skin.
It didn’t bother me, I was relishing the warmth.
Nothing could be heard apart from wind and the occasional vehicle.
I drained the remainder of my iced coffee, it was sweet
and life was bliss.