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It was the summer of 2009. I laid lifelessly on one of the many grassy-green hills in sunny Southern California, feeling each blade poking up from underneath a worn blanket, eyes wide and observant of the air. It smelled like spring. But it was August. And the trees hid the sun. I stared straight into it’s piercing rays, searching through every limb, hindering my perfect vision.  Did I care? No—not at all.  It was beautiful. -Note- I wish I could have captured the essence of that moment through photograph, or through writing, but this is all I have to offer…I’m a poo. Taken at said moment in time, the summer of 2009. Hah.

It was the summer of 2009.

I laid lifelessly on one of the many grassy-green hills in sunny Southern California, feeling each blade poking up from underneath a worn blanket, eyes wide and observant of the air. It smelled like spring.

But it was August. And the trees hid the sun.

I stared straight into it’s piercing rays, searching through every limb, hindering my perfect vision. 

Did I care? No—not at all. 

It was beautiful.

-Note- I wish I could have captured the essence of that moment through photograph, or through writing, but this is all I have to offer…I’m a poo. Taken at said moment in time, the summer of 2009. Hah.

#does thinking like this even cure my headache?  
1 month ago on January 16, 2012 at 05:10pm