Clearing by the Bridge

You're walking along the edge of a lake.
The gravel path follows the shore, a thin ribbon of grey between the tall grass on one side and the cool blue water on the other.
The only sound is the gravel crunching under your feet.
The path continues into woodland where the air is filled with the smell of earth, oak and wild flowers.
You continue along the track until the trees part and you find yourself on a ledge by a small stream.
The hazy clouds hanging in the sky dissolve as you look around.
In the clearing the colours are bright and vivid, freshly brushed onto the trees, the sky and water.
You rub your eyes but the colours persist, as real as the ground below.
The scent in the air is a wondrous combination of cherries and cinnamon.
You sit, relaxing on the grass and watching the water flow gently under the bridge until you fall into a velvety sleep with the sun on your face.
The seconds, minutes and hours pass until you open your eyes at home, sitting in your favourite chair, comfortable and carefree thinking about your next trip to the clearing by the bridge.