i mean this sincerely and not in a mean way - i love going outside and touching grass. even if it is the little grass on the side on the concrete. it makes me realize the plastic brick has no control over my love for the universe
theclack lets go :)
btw, i lob snow. when its snowing i think to myself, we literally live on some freaky alien planet where random debris falls from the sky. it is beautiful
I didn't realize my "don't trample on the lawn" mindset was so deeply engrained until 10 seconds ago when I walked across part of a soft grass field and noticed that it's been so long since I've felt the bounce of grass under my feet
