It was a beautiful day in California and the weather was just right. You could feel the wind gently tickling your face. I felt like I was spending a day at the beach. The grass was alive, moving back and fourth. It had a dark green coat to it, tasting like it had been getting plenty of rain. I had a small piece of grass dangling from my mouth - as if I was John Wayne in an old western movie. I was mainly using the grass as a water source to help conserve the little water I had. I was witnessing a masterpiece one so precious, only Leonardo De Vinci could turn into a work of art. …
