A group of us sat behind two pine trees.
The perfect spot where the sun could greet us
but the wind could not.
I took off my sweatshirt and folded in up,
tucking it to the spot where my head would lie,
and I laid down, using it as a pillow.

I folded my hands
and let them gently rest on my stomach.
My faded tie-dye shirt baked
and my eyes squinted until they
stopped resisting the urge to shut.

For a while the conversations swirled
in and out of touch.
Catching pieces of stories
I knew I would forget later.
Every once in a while
I would open my eyes just slightly
and peak at a bright blue sky.

Time passed.
People left and people came.
But there I dozed,
next to the pine trees,
and warmed by a day.
I never wanted to get up.