The meadow was soft. From a distance it could have been mistaken for an impressionistic painting each stroke a careless recording of the scenery. Warm yellow light washed over the grass giving the place an overwhelming sense of calm. A near by river sparkled with light and life as shimmering fish scintillated in the noon day sun. Birds called serenely and flitted about the lush trees adding to the harmonious sounds of both the grass in the wind and the river. A young man was sitting amidst the natural beauty his clothes running in stark contrast with his vibrant surroundings. He wore a long sleeve shirt that was the color of un-washed socks and drab jeans that were dotted with jam stains. His skin was even paler than his shirt and his eyes the exact opposite color of his skin. His hair, a disheveled spiky mess and it seemed as though it had never been washed and could benefit from taking a long soak in the previously described river. His name was Beyond Birthday. The only other things you could call this man was BB but that was because this was the only other name this young man had ever given himself. Beyond Birthday stuck his hand in his jam jar finding no need for a spoon.
It was good.