While growing up and working out in the fields, I can remember standing out in the high grass, and could feel the sun on my face. I can remember moments where I would just stand there quietly, while holding my hands out ever so slightly, where my fingers could touch the top of the grass. The sun warm on my face, also warmed the grass, and with my eyes closed, I would breath deeply. To this day, I can still smell the warm sweetness of the grass. I would let my senses wander, and try to collect and identify as many sounds as I could, and to try to recognize as many scents as well. I would hear everying seperately, yet could hear it all blend together. The rustling grass and the ever comforting breeze. The little cricket singing at my feet. The the birds, oh the birds....hundreds of them it seemed. I know I've said similar before when I've posted other pictures,but this truly is something that I hold dear. Memories...they hold the key to eternal happiness.