He looks into the fire. Not taking into notion the great amount of smoke it is creating.
He can also smell the charcoal burning. He feels nostalgic, thinking about the forest he once visited long ago in the Summer. He manages a smile.
He can hear his family talking, gossiping, laughing, but he chooses to filter them out.
He sits very comfortably, mesmorized in the fire. Then he stares up onto the sky, wondering so many things at once.
He remembers the girl with the blond hair. Mocking him for his slowness. He cracks a smile again.
He really liked that girl. He feels nostalgia overcome him.
Its funny to him how he isn't saying a word and no one calls for his attention.
The blue, gray sky stares back at him and takes him to how things once were back at the lake.
