Stuck Inside Yesterday [Again] 

Realization strikes every time I frequently think about where I grew up.  The high grass brushing against another, due to ever so softly wind gusts.  They tentatively whisper secrets in my ear.  The wind whisps through my busy mind, controls let loose, and Ive lost control.  All control.  The only feeling I have is harmony.  The birds 'tweet tweet' surround my shadow from top to bottom as they move from tree to tree [relax]. I raise my arms to feel my loose top sway with the high grass.  The wind causes ripples in my shirt to touch my skin and pull back, creating a tingly sensation throughout my body.  Freedom is all I can taste. I dance in the meadow, alone, aware I may not be alone.  I keep my body in rhythm with the sensation of being free.  Nothing can pull me back to reality.  My skin is exposed to the late afternoon sun [warm] and I'm home.