The best place I have ever gone isn't because of the place itself but who I was with. A summer spent in a field on freshly mowed grass with a piercing sun strong enough to put even the kindest of saints in a foul mood. There I was with a friend of mine, I only met them that summer but it felt like we have known each other for a lifetime. No one was around, except for an occasional wandering person. We would spend our time laying in the grass under an old oak tree, much older and wiser than ourselves. I remember the sounds of the waves softly lapping on the sandy beach beside us. The singing of the morning doves nearby, the menacing crows cawing in the distance. I especially remember the loud and nostalgic buzzing cicadas that wrapped around my ears in an almost comforting headache. When everyone else was sleeping in their own beds, we would be on the beach underneath the stars staring down at us. The stars were brighter there, the lack of light pollution gave the sky more clarity. It was colder down at the beach rather than the scorching sun in the field of grass. When the summer came to an end, my friend moved away and we never met again.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
The best place I have ever gone isn't because of the place itself but who I was with. A summer spent in a field on freshly mowed grass with a piercing sun strong enough to put even the kindest of saints in a foul mood. There I was with a friend of mine, I only met them that summer but it felt like we have known each other for a lifetime. No one was around, except for an occasional wandering person. We would spend our time laying in the grass under an old oak tree, much older and wiser than ourselves. I remember the sounds of the waves softly lapping on the sandy beach beside us. The singing of the morning doves nearby, the menacing crows cawing in the distance. I especially remember the loud and nostalgic buzzing cicadas that wrapped around my ears in an almost comforting headache. When everyone else was sleeping in their own beds, we would be on the beach underneath the stars staring down at us. The stars were brighter there, the lack of light pollution gave the sky more clarity. It was colder down at the beach rather than the scorching sun in the field of grass. When the summer came to an end, my friend moved away and we never met again.
