Another weekend

What was it that made it a beautiful morning?
I was hungry and every second thought coming to my mind was of food. My shoes were all wet by walking over dew soaked grass. Wet socks were making squashy sounds while walking. The sunlight was burning my skin as it always does. I was cursing the air for not being swift enough to dry the sweat away and for not being cold enough to soothe me. And then I thought of food again.
But I guess it was a very beautiful morning and I am glad that I was there.