I have great memories of brilliant sunny afternoons lying in the long grass and smelling the fresh air. We would spend hours clutching at each other, and I'd enjoy the gentle vibrations through my skin as we glided gently across that plane together.
This first time we met was a Saturday in late August. I remember it well: the daisies were blooming through my meadow and it was just left to the two of us. Alone. The first time we touched I felt this electric jolt spread from my hand and there was nothing left in the Universe except for the two of us sharing that moment. Soon, time disappeared into a hazy whirlwind of noise, motion and electric excitement; until the grass in the meadow was flattened and shorn all around where we'd lain together under the basking sun. It was a brilliant afternoon.
Pray, how was your first lawnmower?
Last edited by estel; 28-09-2011 at 22:01.