Friday, July 18, 2014

In the Moment

I love the smell of fresh cut grass. As I cross the street, reach the other side, the grass at the park takes hold of me, causes me to sit a while. I then see three birds playing tag with each other, circling the young pine trees; a mother pushing her child in a stroller; crepe myrtles with pink florets in bloom. I inhale the fresh scent of grass, breathing in and out, feeling grounded and connected to the day. 


Vincent said...

I smell it too, reading your piece.

Rebb said...

I'm glad you were able to smell the grass too.