A few minutes later he heard some mesmerizing chill-out music coming from behind the trees. Betty, understanding him, followed the music as Lorcan followed her. There was a kite festival in a huge field behind the trees. Lorcan loved the way he could walk into the most random of events in Dublin. He was an impulsive person and let his instincts lead him into unusual situations. Sometimes for the good and sometimes not but he seldom regretted 'living in the moment.'
He sat on the warm grass with Betty leaning against him in the ungainly way that dogs do. The music was hypnotic and there was enough warmth in the day to make him feel contented with life. A group of professional kiters were flying ten kites in unison. The kites moved perfectly together, turning and swaying in the soft wind.
With that, he stood up, rubbed the grass from his jeans and headed back to his car.