Stars and Optimism - Attempt One

Cradled ‘neath starlit sky by lush grass and forgiving ground, I feel like I am floating. I close my eyes and cool night breezes skim over skin, acting like a sedative to over alert senses and strung nerves. Though reluctant to let go of worries of difficult times forseen, I forgive myself this small moment of optimism. Pleasure is a tempting thing, stealing sense whilst exciting them.