I wasn't feeling too good this evening, so I took a break from Hell's Kitchen (first season, btw) and went outside to get some fresh air, hoping that would cure what's ailing me.

I got outside, it was a lovely temperature. Just starting to cool down a bit, but still not freezing. I go out in my bare feet, and I wander around the garden that's my mum's pride and joy. Gorgeous flowers of pinks, purples, reds, and white have blossomed, and you can't look anywhere without seeing a splash of colour that always lures the birds, animals, and insects into the garden.

I walk around the grass, inspecting the flowers and their colour. I happen upon a baby pink rose and smell it, enjoying the luxurious smell that invades my nose, subtly reminding me why I love that flower above all others. A smile lights up my face, as I turn to my right to see the pale yellow sky behind the darkened trees of the forest closeby to my house. I look up at the sky, dotted with white clouds and a lovely shade of blue that I can't reproduce exactly. It's like I'm watching an IMAX screen of the sky, in how clear it is.

I continue walking around, taking a look at the behemoth of a purple rhodedendron we have (we used to be able to climb in it, it was like a tree), and at some more roses. I sniffed the honeysuckle that was climbing the porch stairs, my birthday flower bringing me back memories of my summer years when I was still in elementary school, when the computer hadn't taken over my life, nor had life's miseries touched my innocent heart.

I lay down on the soft grass and looked up at the slowly darkening sky, watching birds fly over me and listening to the calla lily fountain run. I have never felt so clean nor so good like this in such a while. I don't think I've laid down on the grass in years, to be honest.

I need to go out and lie on the grass more at night.