On a dark brown mental beach, a bronze lady sits still, putting her left hand on her knees and holding her bag with the other hand. She basks in the sunshine, sitting firmly with a gentle smile on her ivory face, and only when a breeze passes by whispering tenderly to the pine needles around her, she appears to be a little bit lively.
Her one-piece dress and stripy sandal suit her chignon well. The creamy white coat that covers her has wrinkled, although it feels smooth. Above her head are tufted umbrages of the pines, shadowing the lady like a bunch of parasols. The bright sun of midday shed light from her left side, and her countenance is illuminated with a look of pleasure and peace. The genial sunshine does not transfer much warmth to the lady. Her bronze body feels like chilly grey dawn, while the sunlight shows that it is a delightful afternoon.
Squirrels startle over her hair, leaving the sound of quivering leaves. Some sapless pine needles and yellow withered leaves fall to her crossed legs, giving off a subtle woody fragrance and a smell of decaying vegetation. The lady enjoys the sun bath with her eyes closed, regardless of the sun sinking in the west, until another beam of sunshine gives her cheek a gentle kiss.