i lay on my back, the green grass pricking me dully on the back of my legs and neck.i stare up at the pastel blue sky, accented with white, fluffy clouds. reaching my hand out to touch each cloud,i can almost feel its smoothness.
i finally sit up to take a sip from a paper cup of pink lemonade, bought from the little neighbor’s stand on the corner. bliss, pure, sugary bliss. i want to run and shout with joy, take in as much as i can. but i stay in the grass, sipping, and loving.

this is summer.