I love to watch how the blades of grass, dance with the wind and tickle our calves,
   February days like these, where the skies at around 5 in the eve,
Start to look like watercolor paintings, of the best hues of pinks and blues, are but simply amazing.
   With our hearts in tow, we reach the peak and take in the vastness of the land and lifelines before us.
   Stretching for miles, we imagine ourselves, on these rolling hills, that is is our Kingdom and we stand mighty above it.
   Soaking in the beams of translucent gold that cascade from the edges of the clouds and shower us in their warmth.
   The feeling of the sun's rays seeping into our pores, made me wish we were rooted into the crust beneath us, like the flowers we had just been aquainted with moments before.
   As the sun sets, it changes the reflects in your eyes from what was a brilliant amber, to a smooth medium roast, just like the coffee you drink.
Your soft caramel tufts fall freely with no direction upon your forehead.
   It's days like these, on these rolling hills, that demand my attention.
It's the smiles, and the laughs that we share, that remind me why it's so, okay, to feel.