Take me.
The wind rushed through the grass.
It reached me, stopped, only for a moment and passed by.
I breathed deep.
I exhaled.
My breath lingered.
It tickled me, like dust.
My lids shut over my eyes, and the corners of my mouth twitched ever so slightly.
My eyes were hidden, giggling, from the prying sun. It was so gentle.
My fingers dug deep, deep into the earth.
I could've laughed, loud and clear.
It would've been a beautiful sound.
But I wasn't greedy.
I let the moment sink in, and disappear.
Just as quickly as the wind raced by, the moment was just a memory.
It now sits pleasantly and patiently in the back of my mind, waiting for a time like this to be recalled in bits and pieces, fragments.
I suppose if I could remember it in full detail, it wouldn't be such a powerful memory anymore. It would lose it's novelty.
I might go halfway across the world to get it back, but I'm content with a memory. At least I have that much.
Even still, I want it back.
But I guess that's what dreaming's for.
It reached me, stopped, only for a moment and passed by.
I breathed deep.
I exhaled.
My breath lingered.
It tickled me, like dust.
My lids shut over my eyes, and the corners of my mouth twitched ever so slightly.
My eyes were hidden, giggling, from the prying sun. It was so gentle.
My fingers dug deep, deep into the earth.
I could've laughed, loud and clear.
It would've been a beautiful sound.
But I wasn't greedy.
I let the moment sink in, and disappear.
Just as quickly as the wind raced by, the moment was just a memory.
It now sits pleasantly and patiently in the back of my mind, waiting for a time like this to be recalled in bits and pieces, fragments.
I suppose if I could remember it in full detail, it wouldn't be such a powerful memory anymore. It would lose it's novelty.
I might go halfway across the world to get it back, but I'm content with a memory. At least I have that much.
Even still, I want it back.
But I guess that's what dreaming's for.