Cool
Atlanta and I are ensconced at a particularly shady nook in the greenhouse as the sun sets, enjoying meals that she bought from the small restaurant that is set up there. Breezes from what may be discreet ventilation holes cool me down nicely after such exercion in the sun, added on by a set of large wind-making blades whirring on a pivot overhead.
Then again, I am drinking iced “cocktail” – sadly non-alcoholic – and dining on “yoghurt-on-bread,” “chicken-sticks with cheesy mayonnaise dip,” cold fruit salad and chocolate ice cream. None of which is warm in the slightest, and all of which were suggested by my benefactor.
I should have been worried, perhaps, that Atlanta seems to know me so well after only about one-and-a-half days of acquaintanceship, enough to suggest dishes that I might prefer, not only like. But my mood has been buoyed greatly by my sojourn amidst the flowers, and she does not seem to mean ill to me, so I choose to let the titbit of observation go, for now.
Because for now, there are five cool dishes to enjoy, a cool shade to relish, and a cool, peaceful atmosphere to soak in after such an… interesting day.