Her auburn braids glowed in the the sunlight. Her smile was just as radiant. Her laugh infectious. We interlocked hands laying on our backs staring at the clouds, trying to figure out what each shape looked like.
"I think that one looks like a duck," I say to her. She erupts into snickers trying to usher out a rebuttal to what I said.
"okay, I definitely think you're on something right now." she managed to say in between continuous laughter. "That's definitely not a duck!" Confused, I couldn't help but laugh back. I didn't know what was so funny to her. I couldn't be bothered, though. Well, almost. It definitely looked like a duck to me. But I kept it to myself.
The field of flowers surrounding us seemed to stretch for miles. A myriad of colors speckles on the verdant plain like pastel markings on a canvas. The gentle breeze made the meadow come alive with a soothing, almost hypnotic, sway in the wind.
Everything was perfect. We didn't have a care in the world.