Ooff... In Ireland? Well...
Warm, sunny day, light breeze... The sunshine is burning, but the breeze soothes the skin.
A grassy field, a slope, a sandy beach further beyond the field, a cozy tree line just behind, not too deep of a shadow.
The grass is well maintained and groomed, no need for a picnic blanket.
Shoes and socks off, cargo bermudas, breezy cotton polo shirt.
Fluffy light clouds in the sky, crossing the skyline...
The ladies head in my lap, my fingers carelessly stroking her hair, the other hand resting on her waist...
Chatting quietly about random stuff, the bees buzzing busily crisscrossing the field, hunting for pollen in purple lavanders...
A picnic basket nearby, with tasty, light, snacks at the hand's reach.
The hand on the waist naughtily slipping under her top, teasing a reaction. |
Most people ignore that first line 
