On top of everything else, the light brisks of air blowing against your hair. You see everything so clear, so small & yet so big and in detail. You notice the gigantic sky on top of you. The place you go to relax, to breath, to remember.
You see the now-fading yellow & orange sun lowering behind the top of the pine trees. You see the fresh burning carbon and hydrogen trail behind the jet plane, oh so far away. You hear nothing but yourself breath, and distand murmurs of different objects. You comprehend how summer is almost gone, how the winter cold is near. The bright colored leaves will start darkening. You look all around you, this is really happening. You may think it's no enormous treat, but it is. It's a dream come true to do what your doing. Many people don't get the chance your getting.
You look up to the daylight and all you see is no more sun. You see the half-sized slight glare coming out of the trees, of that warm star. Just like the season. It's close to that time. The sun is now dissapearing, like summertime. You'll have to return to reality. Time to leave this beautiful view, close your book and climb down. And while you start getting up, you see that trail now vanishing. Take an extended clear intake of oxygen and start heading back to the state of things that actually exist. That one, the one without swaying green pine trees, picturesque fading sunsets. You'll have to contain yourself untill tommorow, where you'll get to experience this feeling all over. For one last time, close your eyes and just imagine.