Ouch! it hurt

There I was on one of those summer afternoons, nestled in the porch with an intoxicating warm breeze flirting around. The obscure orchestra of rustling leafs, chirping birds and distant traffic had numbed my senses to a semi trance.

I lifted my eyes from the book I was reading, and I looked nowhere. My gaze leaps a thousand miles, to a wild valley in the Balkans. The breeze was scented with the refreshing aroma of Pine, it relieved the numbness just enough to note the new tunes added to the symphony. And then I hear it, the sorrowful moan of a wolf howling, deep down in the valley.

Blissful, I lean back on the Old Oak; and banged my head on back of the chair.