SATISFACTION
Well four more feilds mowed for hay, what a smell fresh mowed hay is to me. Nothing is like it when you stand in the feild. Long rows of hay, laying like green waves of water frozen in time. The smell is like nothing you can explain, sweet yet fresh, like something you can not remember, always it seems new to my senses. At night it lingers in the air and seems to clean away all other smells. This is only one of the feelings of the farm that I missed from my boyhood, and spent all of my life trying to find again. In the morning I'll walk the feilds to check how well the hay is drying, and I will feel like a king to know that I have this richness in my life. Makes me forget all the years of life that are gone, and all the pain I live with day or night. Yes this is the life of joy that I ran seeking for in the big city, and could never find. Wish I could put a little of this in everyones life.
