it was all falling into place.
the sun after the rain rose suspicion inside me but i'm actually trying to "be in the moment" like i was taught and told.
ignoring my mind convincing me of the lightest gray sky,
i smiled at the grass beneath me.
feeling how every blade glided between my fingertips,
how cold it was against my hand.
how i couldn't help but pay attention to my stomach twisting and turning in every direction,
the attention made it grin.

but it was falling into place, right?