i wonder how it feels like to lie on the side of a hill. it will be autumn and the leaves would be turning pale, yellow and scarlet. i would like to fall asleep on that hill; after my eyes burn from staring too hard at the calm blue sky. i imagine how it would feel to finally close them, to rest, content and stay as long as i want. winter will pass and covers me with a blanket of snow, but i will not wake up for anybody, not yet, be patient. try again in spring.
