He was sitting on the grass, ground was still a little cold. There was wind blowing, it wasn't warm but it wasn't cold either. Sun was shining, sometimes clouds were covering it and he got colder in that small amount of time. He felt the sun on his black T-shirt and on his knees that where not covered by his black jeans. He felt the sun on his hands filled with scars. It was comfortably warm. He enjoyed the sun, the cold ground, soft grass and the calming wind. At this moment he wondered why is the world sometimes so beautiful, why is he so beautiful.
