Relax

She tilted her head back, feeling her long hair brushing against her arms as the gentle breeze moved softly. 

The grasshoppers jumped and flitted about, some ramming their hard little heads into the side of her car. 

The bees hummed about on their intense little journeys. 

This was how life should be. 

Nothing but the nature, the breeze on her skin and the wind in her hair. 

She wanted nothing more than to stay there, soaking up the heat, lying on the roof of her car.

But she had work.

Inside. 

Her bare feet tensed, feeling the memory of shoes.