Here you feel okay - short story

Now you feel comfortable. This light wind and the coolness of the grass, are a relief after the torrid heat that there was in that infernal car. I love summer, but I just can't stand that vampa of heat that roars out of the open door. After a sunny afternoon.
You'll come by car to get home. I do not add, at last, because this is a period of tension, which makes ancient disagreements re-emerge. Wife and husband, you know.

If you also add children, then. Everyone with their own needs, needs and needs. Everyone with their own tastes and experiences. Popes I did this, Popes would like to see the drawing? Nice for charity, but let me breathe!
As now. Here lying in the middle of an unexpected greenery.
I had also taken flowers to make peace. I have never been inclined to a bouquet of flowers, because it is like accepting surrender. It is like declaring oneself guilty. But at a certain point we have to stop making war, turn the page and go ahead.
I was also sending her a messenger on the phone to make peace. Because you can't mica hate when you sleep in the same bed. Sometimes hugged. Sometimes back against. Nourishing together millions of mites, quietly waiting for our continuous desquamation.

I typed in the new mobile phone the right words to get closer together without apologizing, which is a bit of an art. But the automatic corrector did not allow me to express myself in the best possible way, and so I have gone past the list of alternatives, before giving the necessary information.

I didn't even find the right one, when the clutter of the brakes distracted my attention from the LCD screen.
A red truck launched in a crazy race, jumped the traffic divide between the two lanes, as in those old American television films in which he did not go to expense in the scenes of accidents. I clearly saw the driver with one hand on the big black circle of the steering wheel and the other hand that firmly grasped a mobile phone, flat and big ones. Of course, the latest generation. A sticker called "Picio" was applied to the glass. I didn't believe that CBs were still being used in communication between drivers, but I was obviously wrong.

Behind the red tractor, a steel tank made the same stunt but with much less grace, interrupting the vaulting in mid-air, dropping clumsy on the asphalt. Right in front of me.
I don't know how I noticed all these details, because the whole thing lasted for a second. Or maybe two.
After the scream of the brakes the roar and crash, tud bang.
Devil! A moment of distraction. Eccheccavolo! I put love before prudence. Maybe the truck driver was doing the same thing, writing to his life partner to make him feel loved, albeit at a distance. Two things come to my mind right now. I hope that the flowers will be found and brought to her, that she will understand what my last thought was and maybe she will feel a little guilty for those stupid battles. The other is that I have now understood why we call grey matter what we need to think. He is pouring me out of the skull and I can confirm it: it's really grey!

I now feel this light breeze and enjoy it.

Here you feel just fine.