How I'll die Happily

"Where do you think we are?" I asked him with a sign of relief. "Not a clue." he smiles as we laugh.
The smell of the windy breeze of the moist green grass calms me to the point where I wouldn't care about my hair or how I look, to the point where we'd have no worries, where we'd just stare off into space and sit outside not even bothering whether it was cold or hot, this is what I wanted, to the point where I can say, "Finally."