A Memory
I was four years old, sitting alone on the concrete stoop outside the backdoor of my home. It was mid-morning, yet the heat of the summer day was quickly filling the air. I brushed the cool blades of grass with my bare feet as the sun shined warmly on my face. I rubbed my cheek against my shoulder and suddenly marveled at the softness of this sensation. I then wondered, was it my cheek or shoulder that was providing the smoothness to this feeling.