Erjika Tevkana
Lying here in the sun, I can't remember any other time when I felt so alive. No thrills, no excitement, just an overwhelming peace, burning radiantly through my eyelids. The other marchers have long since gone off for lunch, but I remain on the field for a little touch of serenity. The breeze is a chill fron the shadows, sharp contrast to the sunlight in the wet grass-scented heat. No worries, no tired hands, no stress, not right now. I know it will return the moment I open my eyes, but for now I lie in the melting sun, the sounds of traffic and conversation a silent roar in the distance.
