Wind whistled across the land, causing blades of grass to dance in unison like a wave of light green whipping through as it caught the light of the sun, only to return to the shade of their previous darker green. My hair much like the grass put up little resistance to the wind and ran wild in disarray as I sat on the rotting brown stump which was surprisingly comfortable. Peace and tranquility emanated from the surroundings creating a warm glow around my body matching that of the sun on my face. Whilst clouds dotted the sky proudly showing their silver lining; moving seamlessly across the pale blue backdrop cleverly navigating their way through the sky. The smell of the outdoors swirled around my nostrils from the new blossom to the ting of droppings and the muted sound of a distant stream soldiering through its path tickled my ears. All was well in the meadow.