Never Get Tired...

...of being here.

He lay on his back watching the clouds drift above him in the sky. The subtle swish of the windmill sails in the background accompanied by the water in the river.
"It doesn't get better than this," he thought to himself. Other thoughts invading his calm and peaceful mind seemed to revolve around mundane issues such as what he was going to have for dinner.
Hours must have past, and yet still he lay on the grass. Until the familiar buzzing of his mobile signalling a new message awoke him from his idyllic open eyed slumber.
How many messages had he managed to ignore in the past few hours? Only time would tell. He slowly reached into his pocket and raised the phone to eye level. Twenty seven, that can't be right?