Thursday, June 5, 2014

21. Freshly cut grass

Or, more specifically, the smell of freshly cut grass.

Because of some exams going on at my school this morning, our classes started over two hours late. By the time I drove to school, the sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, and it was an idyllic start to the perfect day. As I glided up to school, the smell of freshly cut grass wafted in through my window.

It's mornings like those when everything in this world is perfect, when all the puzzle pieces finally come together and make sense.

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