Indirect delayed perception

I lay down on the bench, belly up. The sky is blue and the high leaves are gently dancing. I perceive a presence without looking. The small fountain at the center of the natural square, on top of the hill, far from the city, stopped making the musical noise of the water flowing from the tap. I hear wind blowing high on tree canopies. But the air reaches me a few moments later. There’s a delay between realizing there will be wind and actually feeling it on the skin. It’s fresh, on a hot summer day, in a secluded park. The other is reading an ebook. The first moment he stopped talking since this morning. It must be really good. I stand up and drink fresh water from the fountain. It’s almost cold. Just enough to give waves of sweet thrills. It’s a wonderful day of holiday and observing simple things makes me feel good.

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