I feel a cold gentle breeze on the lake just enough to cool you off as I’m relaxing on the biscuit floating off the drop off. I hear the wind whistling on the water like the fans cheering at the rugby. I see the sun beaming on the lake and the wind moving the water. I taste the coke fizzing in the mouth and the packets of gay bacon so delicious. The smell a packet of chips the smell getting pushed by the wind and the sunblock on my skin.