Under a canopy of trees Danica soaked in the peace of the meadow. The shade provided brief relief from intense summer sun as she leaned against the bark. Bird song and the low whistle of the breeze surrounded her, like a song she'd long since heard and hadn't realised she missed. Every breath of country air seemed cleaner, purer than the last and, closing her eyes, she revelled in it.
The long blades of grass she sat upon brushed against her bare thighs. It reminded her of many a summer's day spent in the same meadow with Sahana, the two of them chatting about nonsensical things until the sun dipped below the horizon. In later years they were joined by their boyfriends. The four of them enjoyed brief escapes each weekend from the London suburbs they lived in.
Danica was seldom there with
