My favorite place.

I went to my favorite place after a long day at university. By the time i got there the sun was all set to bid farewell and the wind had almost lost its warmth. I sat on the bench, legs crossed, opened my favorite book and started to read. Soon enough i got distracted by the sight of a white butterfly making its way through the long grass. It would occasionally descend to the ground and  rise again, fluttering its magical wings. i wanted to get back to my reading as soon as it disappeared at a distance but my eyes traveled west following the sound of a dove. It stood by a water exit and occasionally bowed to the ground to drink. It was so far the most beautiful thing i had seen that day. The grass was green following a long spell of rain and a few yellow dandelions stood graciously on the top. The wind was gentle and embraced my naked hands and face. As i gazed above i noticed a few flakes of white clouds crawling on empty blue sky. Its the best place to be nowadays. Takes my mind off things for a while.