I settled into the canvas chair feeling the rough fabric tear at my legs. The sun was hanging low in the sky over the San Andres Mountains and a cool breeze wafted through the pine trees. Each needle shook gently as the wind swept through it creating a slight whistle before it reached me. I breathed in deeply smelling the sharp pine scent left of the breeze. I sunk deeper into my chair the back chaffing against my bare shoulder blades. My eyes wandered over the horizon- Yellows and oranges blending into pinks and then purple against the dark mountain silhouette. I reached up to stop my hair from fluttering across my face, and tried to swat at a fly that was alternating between buzzing near my hear and walking down my arm, brushing against me lightly. I leaned back and closed my eyes, a warm light illuminating the insides of my eyelids. Another deep breath: cresote, & dirt, the comforting smell of home. A child at the nieghbors screeches as there is the bang of his ball against its hoop. A horse whinnies, excited about dinner I assume. I stand up: my bottom is numb. My dog gets up when I do, a cloud of dust arising from where she was laying.
This was kinda difficult in a way: Not that I don't normally observe these things, because I do, but it was difficult to put words to them separably, because I soak in the experience in a very general way.. also, all of these things relate to some past experience to me and more than like I wanted to get caught up in the memory the senses evoked, retreating into my mind, and the emotions it evoked.
*Sooo not my best writing! lol