The sun.

It was the first thing I registered. Then the breeze, the grass beneath my fingers, the birds chirping out their same sweet song.

The lap under my head.

I didn't open my eyes. Didn't need to. I knew she was there, and that was enough.

Her fingers stroked gently across my cheeks and nose. Then into my hair.

I peeked out of one eye. Yep. She was just as beautiful as ever. Her blue-dyed hair caught the sunlight, and her steel-grey eyes stared into mine.

"Good afternoon, my darling," she said.

I leaned into her hand. "Good afternoon."

She chuckled, a low sound that made my stomach flutter despite hearing it nearly every day for four years. "Your freckles are one of my favorite things."

"About me or in general?" I asked, closing my eye again.

"Both."

"I'm glad."

Silence passed between us. It was the comfortable kind that didn't need to be filled. Her fingers ran through my hair; I listened to the birds and wind.

Then she pressed a kiss to my forehead. "It's time to go, darling."

I smiled. "Okay."

We got up and packed everything back into the basket. I put it on my arm and offered the other to her. She took it and together we walked home.