Grass under my stomach reminded me of our yard in Lousiana. Cool breezes sending chills up my back, while I`m laying on the trampoline. All I see is clouds of grey, the sky is upset. My friends laying beside me trying yo find images in the darkness of the sky. A field of a corn a few doors down. The smell of my neighbors jumblaya and apple barb pie fills the air. We are having dinner with them tonight. Today the flower`s crest the ground and tomorrrow they will be gone. We have a regular metal fence around our trampoline. There used to be a beatiful orange flower with bright red tips, growing there but now all there is the softness of the grass. We never knew what kind of flower it was. The day has begun to change the clouds clear up the sky.
