nicpic.

One of those days.
The green grass blue sky ones.

Sitting cross-legged in the sun...lying flat on the grass, face up, towards the sky...impromptu picnics with sun-baked cookies...chasing reflections in the water...watching time trickle slowly by.

Today had something of the Idyllic in it.
Like an accidental blot of colour on a black and white canvas.Or a sudden spring shower.Or unearthing old coins in an empty pocket.

Magic dust.Sprinkled lightly in the wind...