Serenity

He sat contentedly, slumped easily in a folding chair at the county fair, listening serenely to a bluegrass band. He was tall and once lanky, though the advancing years had added enough pounds to his frame to make him appear somewhat bulky. His arms rested limply at his sides, accentuating the roundish belly which protruded upward from his beltline. Youth had long since passed, and style was something that hadn't concerned him in years, the black socks he wore with his denim shorts being only the most obvious example of this fact.

Youth's advantages had left him, but so had its petty trifles and momentary urgencies. He had moved on in life, much further than he ever could have anticipated, and now found himself in a quiet little spot, one of peace and gentle comfort. At rest, and yet still very much alive.