Soft green grass outstretched across the rolling landscape. The sun blazed on, adding tints of burnt orange and fiery yellow to the water colored painted sky. My cheeks a rosy hue after laying out for hours. My blonde curls spilled out across the lawn; surrounding me like an open fan. I breathed in fresh air and felt complete serenity. My thoughts ran wild with intangible dreams of me and you. Across the trickling bay of the open lawn there stands a house nestled in the crook of the sloping hills. It was our house. Filled with memories of our years spent together. Every now and then I still visit the house. The lingering smell of your cologne still clings to the air of our bedroom and the portrait of us is still positioned above the big, brown sofa. Sometimes I wonder if you too are laying in a field and staring up at the sky. If your bright blue eyes are soaking up the clouds and the thought of me comes to mind. If you think of me, like I think of you.