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I lay in the softness of the vibrant green of new spring grass, my arms crossed underneath my head. Shorts and a simple shirt allow the delicate blades to tickle my skin, skin that has been warmed by the sun overhead. It is not silent; nature never is. There is sound when wind rustles through tree leaves or causes the grass to dance to its tune. Birdsong joins into being a sweetness to the melody. I share a small, secret smile with myself before I open my eyes and stare at the endless expanse of gorgeous blue sky with random streaks of clouds, pure white in contrast. Taking in a deep breath, I hold the air in my lungs for as long as possible, hoping to soak in whatever goodness the world offers me.