The diary game: seeing a man who drinking a cold drink.

On a wooden bench, a man reclines, taking in the cool breeze of the afternoon. He has a tall glass of what appears to be a cold drink in hand. Water condensation dew, linear and lovely roll down the glazed surface of the glass due to the external heat. Finally, he raises the glass carefully to his lips and takes a long and sealing mouthful from it. The color of the beverage is orange, juicy but more like a lemonade or a tropical something. He appears satisfied, his eyes are half closed and he's reclining, soaking. The sound of clinking ice is also a great pleasure although not nearly as much as having the cold drink itself. The noise of the surrounding world seems to flow sluggishly, matching the quiet and tranquility that the cold beverage has been able to provide. It is a very normal event, still peaceful, and pleasant.