089: Rest

The air is sweet.

Minty, energizing, clean,

leaves swaying above,

casting shadows across my face.

Wind rustling the grass, the sun warming me.

Why am I here?

What a strange sensation.

I feel at ease, floating on a cloud,

nothing prodding my mind,

so peaceful.

But I swear I was supposed to do something.

If only I could remember.

The ground is warm

Who would want to leave

Maybe I don't need to leave

I'll just stay a little longer

No

worries

Written by: Id H. (@id.hjulstad on Instagram)