It is one of those beautiful sunny winter days. The sky, evenly painted blue. The grass, gleaming, almost translucent. Flowers, delightfully colorful. Bees, birds, butterflies, boredom.

Perfect.

Am I in a novel? Is Lawrence writing it?

Moments like these are always cinematic. Shilpa Rao’s mysterious voice fills the air with music and I can only go wah wah re wah wah. With my face in the grass, and Mr. Wind running past, I feel like a kite. No strings attached.