I remember lying in the grass as a child.
The feel of the light wind hitting my face;
and the sound of the leaves being gently rustled, as it passed through the trees.
The sweet smell of late Spring north air.
I remember the sun;
that glorous sun that would warm my face,
and make my body tingle with its warmth.
I remember hearing the birds chirping;
their shadows would flicker through my closed eyelids as they crossed the skies.
And here, today, my memory triggered as I lay in the grass with my eyes closed;
on a sunfilled day with a smile in my soul.