They were little suns on thin branches. A disarray of little blossoms leaving a thick scent in the air. Her nose tickled and eyes began to water as she mindlessly continued to play with the things. Her fingers sifted through the little signs of Spring, fingertips noting the ever slight prickle and tiny spikes. The sun was shining down on the little scene, though not yet blaring heat over her body. It wasn't time for that yet. No sweat beaded down her neck and no skin burned. She took her hand out of the spiders web of gold, wiping her dripping nose on the back of it. Her hand glistening in the light. Nose blocked, her lips parted and she proceeded to breathe lightly with a little noise to it. The dirt and stones under her feet crunched as she looked down the footpath. A few bull ants scuttled around her shoes. A bird sang out nearby. A magpie or currawong. Smiling, she snapped a bit of the Wattle off and continued down the path. Unable to spot the bird singing its song for her. Her feet were sore with blisters and her bag weighed a tonne. It didn't matter though. The soft breeze brushed her wild hair, carrying the wafts of light curls to tickle her pink freckled cheeks. The walk was peaceful. Sky blue, not many clouds. Wattles lined the path the entire stretch, and a flock of Black Cockatoos squawked as they flew off into the distance. Probably scared by everyone ahead. She stuck the Wattle branch into her hair and fastened her pace. When she came around the next bend, she found everyone lying down in a clearing. They'd fallen onto their backs, lying splayed out on their heavy packs, all grinning from ear to ear.
"We thought you'd gotten lost."
"Stuck in a daydream..?"
"Knew you wouldn't be far behind..."
"Nice Wattle you got there..."
They cooed little endearments at her, teasing her dreamy ways. Walking closer she half squatted and let herself fall back onto her own pack, lying out on the ground like a turtle on its back. Arms and legs wiggling and writhing. They all laughed. The light sun and yellow flowers, thick perfumed air and soft breeze had washed all worries away. Out here, nothing else existed. They were friends on this day. Calm. Present. Together. Sharing food and water and tales of past and future. Sharing dreams and desires, frets and fears. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.