Sealed Fate

Simon lay back in the soft, long grass, his hands behind his head, his legs crossed. Simon's binoculars lay in the grass next to him; he still held the strap in his hand. There was not a cloud in the sky. He took in a long satisfied breath, and bathed in the warm light of early morning. Then he yawned lazily, letting a lung-full of air escape with the kind of sound one is usually told to make in a dentist's chair. Simon closed his eyes, felt the sun's soft glow; could see it through his eye-lids. It was Sunday, and a very nice day to go city-spotting.