No matter the metaphor I couldn’t convey the lovely feeling and the wide open space of the grassland without trees only blue skies above it. The green is so green and blue so blue, that the clouds must show off for fear of being thought to be boring.
So today as I lay back in the grass that is wide as the world, I watch the cloud ballet and think of the adventures, of the characters we might have invented had we lived here when we were children.
I laze on the grass, enjoying, breathing in every minute. I drink the gratitude for a world that is like this. I’m particularly glad I had the good sense to quit dating that proclaiming brat before college was over.
−me strauss Letting me be