It seems to be a really nice day with a pale blue sky and a sun shining brightly. My back is covered with the sunlight that makes me hard find it hard to open my eyes as the summer in my hometown is actually so that hot. Wind is breezing and suddenly a leaf falls down and gradually lands on my shoes. All of us choose to sit on the grass to write this beautiful view and the water on the grass cool both my body and my heart down. I see cars driving in front of us, some are in a hurry and some are out for a visit with loud music playing in their cars. A man is cutting the grass here and there, that sound is so dull that I almost fall asleep. Leaves are flickering on the brunches with the wind and some even fell down onto the surface of the lake which is in front of us. The leaf breaks the peace of the surface and make a small ripple on it just like an icon of the lake. Closer to us are pedestrians taking a walk around the lake with their families, feeling the phenomenon of the summer. Away from us is a Hyatt which is decorated like a mountain welcoming guests to live in. Suddenly, a visiting boat cross over the lake quietly, on the boat are some visitors looking at us and waving their hands to us. “I find it hard to write more.” My friend Carrie talks to me and I lay on the grass and answers, “So am I.”