Written on May 7, 2013
Light, baby blue sky above me. Bright warm sun shining on my face, pale from the cold winter. Blond hair tickling my face as the breeze passes through, rustling the hot pink flowers on the trees. In the distance I can hear children playing, dogs barking. I finish off my popsicle; it tastes strongly of strawberry jam, tart and fruity. I can smell the nearby barn, stinking of horses and cows shedding their fur to prepare for the long summer ahead. Life is in the air. I love this season; not blistering hot so as to leave me sprawled on the floor, sweating, with a fan blowing on my face, but not frigid like the winter, so as to leave me huddled by the fireplace sipping a nice warm cup of tea. No, this season is perfect, when there seems to be so much freedom and life. A hawk flies overhead, eager to be a part of the spring liveliness. I lie down on the grass, feeling very content.
But most of all, I feel alive.
But most of all, I feel alive.