Picnic

On Monday we lay under a canopy of leaves for hours, listening to Sapphire and other more noisy songs that my friends favour. There was a great view of the river, a gentle breeze and the occasional fisherman. The patterns of the leaves against the sky were beautiful; I regretted not bringing my sketchbook. The soothing sound of nature, the absolute calmness that made each nerve in our bodies relax would have lulled us to sleep if not for my friends' friendly bickering and our conversation about anything that came to our minds.