Nap Time

The warm, gentle breeze blew through the trees. Leaves rustled and waved to the passing animals far below. It was late spring and the weather had gotten warm. It was unnaturally warm, as if the weather had decided to skip the rest of spring and jump headlong into late-summer.

Air was clear and the sky was a bright blue. It seemed like it had been painted that way, instead of being something borne of nature. There was not a cloud in the sky. The view was so clear that you could see for miles in any direction you chose.

Laying on his side, he gazed at the greenery that stretched before him like a green canvas–draped over a textured landscape. Wisps of steam rose from the trees; the water evaporating from the leaves of the morning sun. The sun had risen from the east, behind his back, casting a warm glow that seemed to add a halo of shimmering light to everything it touched.

The scene that he saw looked at if it was wreathed in a spiritual power that he couldn’t put his finger on. The view lifted his spirits higher and he soared above all of mankind’s pettiness and flaws, at least for the moment.

Sighing with contentment, he drifted off to sleep.

It was nap-time.