10 Days Later

"What a glorious day to be alive!" Peter looked up at the perfect sky, a few small white clouds decorated the light blue sky, it looked like a portrait he had never seen before. His cigarette was going out, like a lifeguard, he gave it air until it came back to life. It tasted old, stale, like dirt. He sat in the shade of a group of cluttered trees, the breeze made him feel calm, collected, the way life was supposed to feel, the leaves on the ground made an entertaining sound, it was one of his favorite songs. He stepped out into the sun and felt its invigorating Rays of light, warming up his skin, his soul, reminding him that he was still human.