That feeling of….
You’re at a water park and the astringent smell of chlorine fills the air, in the most pleasant way. You found a secluded blocked off area for adults only. You’re kicking your feet in the childless pool with a champagne flute filled with sparkling wine, muddled with previously frozen berries.
In the background you hear the faint thrilled shrills of children but they are muffled by the 10 foot flowered shrubbery surrounding the oasis. A single clipped rise floats by your legs mostly to remind you that the scent of rose might be intermingled with the other smells around you.
30 years from now you remember the visit to the park but the moment of calm isn’t the highlight, it was the nostalgic bright sunny day.
