Fresh Cut Grass

I love the smell of fresh cut grass. It is one of those small things in life that makes me happy.

It doesn't really matter if it's in the spring, during hot summer days, or if it's the smell of hay being cut in the fields. I always smile, and inside, I'm also skipping and spinning. Maybe it reminds me of ongoing life.

I don't know the reason, but that is the feeling I get.

Unfortunately, I'm also allergic to fresh-cut grass, so after my smiling, inside skipping and spinning, I have to move quickly on before it turns into red crying eyes, running nose, and sneezing. This morning, my limit was about 3 minutes.