The taste of strawberries lingers on your lips, sweet yet acidic. Sweet scents hang heavy in the air dancing on the wind. The grass you lie on is rich and lush, both in smell and and against your back, so comfortable.
You're warm where the sun caresses yet cool where the shade falls. Its comforting and you feel no need to move.
Reaching over your body, forming the cool dappled shadows, are the flowers dark against the sky. They are pale, each giving off a different scent. The smells don't clash, but rather weave into a beautiful melody, brought on the wind.
You twirl in your hands a single white wildflower as you lose yourself in it all.