Glen sighs as he wipes his sweat from his brow. The day's farming toll has finally caught up to him and his weary body needs a break.
He quietly sits down in the grassy plain looking at the sky, staring at the sun. The clouds puff and push themselves through the sky. He thinks about the wonderful country life he lives and smiles knowing he wouldn't give away the worst day out here for the best day in the city.
He closes his eyes and let the sun beat tenderly down upon him. His mind wanders from farming and the country to thoughts of his next day of fishing until those thoughts were broken as the warm ray's of the sun stop their gentle beating on his body.
He opens his eyes up and looks upon the face of his old friend of 15 years. He smiles at the view he gets and hear his friend's words, "You do look as cute as button down their."
He looks up and smiles at the beautiful site that he sees,"It's okay if I'm cute as a button as long as it lets me see paradise"