A head full of buttercups

Sitting in a field of yellow buttercups. I sprawl out my arms and lay back, the long grass tickling my neck. Eyes wide open staring into a dreamland, a sky so fresh, the air so clear. I smile as if all the warmth of the sun was coming from my face, breathing in second by second, wishing it would never end. A scent of unpolluted air, sweet and drowsy.

My hand is suddenly gripped by another, the soft flesh making me nervous and a reminder your here. I roll onto my side to see what connects that other hand. My smile deepens as I see your bright face. My face to touch is red hot, a gentle stroke and you put my hair behind my ear. I won't burn, I never do. No thanks. No need for suncream. I'm too cool.

A small glimpse of whats to come, a day where my mind is not deep in confusion. Instead, I'm blissfully ignorant, one step at a time, taking it all in. So much to breathe in. Too much beauty for one day. Then from nowhere, one pink flower says it all in an act of thievery.

Now I've said goodbye. Perhaps not to all the flowers in the field, but there will be time. I sit on my boat home, floating into land. Still I gaze at that sky and breathe in that sweet scent of pollen, only this time it's mixed with gritty fumes. All alone in my field of beauty tainted by petroleum, noise pollution and thoughts.

Thoughts once confused, no longer. A smile never lost, remains for now as I lay my head down upon a pillow of buttercups. Memories are what make a life, a life full of memories is one worth living. So lets start living.