Everything

The smog softly hangs low over the mountains. The ground is dry once again from yesterday's rain, bringing life to the blooming flowers and washing the pollen off of their petals. The breeze blows gently, giving the pollen from the landscape a free ride.

This is the only thing that threatens to ruin my day. With burning eyes, impromptu sneezing fits, and a stinging throat, I lie in the soft springy grass to enjoy the warm sunshine against the cool breeze.

I love everything about this land, about this place, about these people whom I live among.