It’s a Sunday afternoon.
There is an old-school wooden chair, a recliner maybe, lying on the porch towards the backyard.
Grass is green, soft, cold and muddy, providing some relaxation in the mid-day heat of summer.
Birds are chirping in the thick branches of trees behind the backyard. Perhaps they are feeding their newborns.
Some squirrels are scavenging for food, on the ground, in the green muddy grass.
A golden retriever is dozing off in the middle of the day on the wooden porch, minding his own business.
Cold breeze is blowing, albeit slowly.
Nobody’s home. It’s quiet but peaceful.
Sky is blue. Clear. No clouds today.
Sun is at its peak. Almost blinding.
It’s beautiful.
A Sunday afternoon.