Dirt and Grass

The cool breeze rippling through my soft brown hair. Inhale. Ahh. The smell of grass and dirt fill my nose. There is no better smell in the world. I look down to see soft tan dirt littering the entire field, until it meets grass. I left my gaze to outline the entire field. Who knew dirt and grass was such a lovely combination? Who knew it could offer a place to relieve stress, to feel victory as well as loss? I step out onto the field, feeling the dirt clump underneath my metal spikes, I take off at a decent speed. Taking in the view I have. Finished running. Stop. Take a deep breath. Exhale. Don't you feel the calm? I know I do. I close my eyes, and imagine a game being played in front of me. To see nine girls working their ass off on defense. The offensive player ready to take advantage of any minuscule mistake. This, this right here is why the dirt and the grass is my sanctuary.