Joseph sat atop a large, mossy rock near the outskirts of the city. His long, blond hair swished gently in the wind as he looked out - past the cornfields, over the farmhouses, through the surrounding forest and, indefinitely, to nowhere in particular.
He had nothing in particular he was looking at. He was content being alone, past the boundaries of his city, with nothing but the smell of grass and the tickle of the wind to accompany him.
He took a deep breath. He loved the smell of the countryside – it smelled so fresh and relaxing compared to the stingy smell he constantly picked up from his back yard and the park. They were a nice place to relax, but nothing as spectacular as this.
It was the perfect place – a place to escape the conceptually important and fast-paced composition a busy, bustling city had.
He needed to be out here. It’s the only place he could truly gather his thoughts and think. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, he wasn