Sunday, March 25, 2012

Day 85/366

To walk barefoot on grass is one of the simplest things I take pleasure in. It's just so natural to enjoy the morning dew on the sole of your feet, letting the bottom of your pajamas get damp, and sip on some how chai from the coaster. I don't live in a house with a garden nor do I live near a field where I could go do this everyday. But when I find grass (no puns intended), I make sure I throw my footwear & just go mad.


  1. Hmmmm. Lovely thoughts. Somehow barefoot screams DIRTY for me.

    Joy always,

  2. I still remember I used to cry for football studs. But whenever I used to play on grass, never felt like wearing it. Ah the memories, jaw dropping thoughts. Feeling gooodie good. ^^