I sat there, watching her youthful face slowly turn towards me then back to her book. She looked so calm, so indulged in the book that she didnt even notice me slowly edging towards her. It was only when i done that did i notice that she smelled of soap and roses, a smell i had long not had the chance to feel. herface was perfectly tanned and when the sun shun on her you could see her long dark eyelahes flutter as she laughed. How sad that happened rarely.
Next to the old oak tree we were leaning against was a donkey, as far as i can remember his name was sammy. His shiny soft coat was covered in mud particles, which he hsd obviously aquired during rolling in the mud. Obviously (поставьте какое хотите женское имя сюда) had seen him too as she was also looking at him now. what happened now i do not wish to describe as anymore than 'a wild chase after a suprisingly fast donkey'. Even thought she said she had fun, i wont be suprisred if this will be the last time we go to a field together.