Bluebird skies and omelet-colored daffodils fill my senses.
Rushing, gushing blue raspberry Kool-Aid washes my heaving down and the air is calm and cool.
I wish I knew this roundabout location as well as I know the perfect amount of chives to put into an organic mushroom soup. Grass certainly wouldn't do.
Rotting wood and earthy smoke stuff my nose and laughter as loud as a spinach smoothie's preparation bombarded me, both sounds lush and green as freshly snipped chives destined for soup.
I hear my name and smell cauliflower hash browns, knowing I've made it to the Annual Hippie Brunch and Jamboree.