Under a tree

I'm under a tree, sitting in the shade with the cool grass beneath me.

It's a little breezy. Every few minutes, the wind will pick up and make waves in the field.

The sun is out and there are no clouds in the sky. Every so often, one of those little cotton ball clouds will float on by.

Also, there isn't any humidity. So even though the sun is out without any clouds, the heat isn't overwhelming.

I can see the trees ahead of me, swaying back and forth as the wind picks up again.

I can also see the birds, ahead in the trees, flying in and out when the branches move around from the wind.

I hate that the man running in the field isn't enjoying this a much as much as I am.

Unfortunately, he's running towards his friend who's lying crossly under a tree-with a gun in his hand.