The Grass smelled so sweet...

My mind takes me back...

Back to a warm but not too hot day, with gentle breezes blowing the switchgrasses just enough to make a hushed "shwish" as they blew over.

Redwing blackbirds singing sweetly as they sway with the grasses.

Im laying in the bed of my beat up old farm truck while spending time out in the pasture with my favorite people in the entire universe, my best friends, my confidants, my compadres. My horses.

As I'm layin here, i can hear them near snorting, stomping the flies, and swishing tails. I already spent the better part of the morning brushing and combing out loose hair, deshedding and scratching all the hard to reach spots. Lookin up at the sky, fluffy puffy white cumulus clouds are everywhere. A pair of turkey buzzards are circling in the distance probably a roadkill.

The grass smells sweet on the breeze and if I had to chose a day to die, this would be it because this would be my heaven.