© Madison Whittington

Sitting outside in the grass in my own backyard, I imagine myself inside my dream. I’m sitting in the center of a large, empty field. I am alone, beneath a large oak tree. There’s nothing here that can disturb me; it’s just me out here by myself. I can hear myself think when I’m here alone. It’s my favorite place to be. There are no distractions. I look down at the rough grass below me and see its many colors. I can see the different shades of brown and green. The earth is the color of the coffee I hear my dad grinding in the kitchen every morning from the coffee beans. I watch as a leaf falls from the ancient oak tree and slowly drifts to the ground. That’s the beauty of nature . . . it is always changing.