Rather Dead Than Cool
'Click clack' 'Click clack' my heels roll along the smooth brick.
Trees enclose myself and thoughts seem clear like air over the blue sky.
A brisk breeze catches my trilby off my head. I catch it by my side and stop.
I lean on old wooden fence looking out onto the never ending pure green hills.
The sun glows out to all its faithful.
Warmth and sense of youth rush over me.
I feel the nag of modern world buzzing in my black jean pocket. I take it out and throw it blissfully into the sun.