The time of the year is mid september.
I smell the breeze of the cool crisp air.
I feel the warm sun beaming down on top of my hair.
I hear the sound of leaves swaying back and forth from the light breeze.
The trees stand tall, hovering over the algae filled pond.
I sit on the pavement ground that is slightly warmed by the sun overhead.
I see dozens of tiny ants crawling through the cracks of the bumpy pavement.
I see the imprints on my hands from the scratchy rough pavement.
I can see the shadow following my hand around covering each word I write as I realize how peaceful and calming nature is.