The door is knocked upon. I'm looked at strangely. I can see forever. The romantic low clouds creep silently by me. My peanut butter and jam sandwiches are eaten .
Every moment is inhaled.
I'm lost to my thoughts and have not a care in the world. The rain ceases and I scramble down. An empty jar had to be disposed of so the door was knocked upon again. A conversation is held for sixteen minutes before I'm led inside to share several glasses of sangria and help celebrate a birthday. I leave giggling.