A familiar two story cottage, carefully made and set within a stone-fenced garden, stood tall against a tearing blue sky. A breeze scented with fresh-cut grass brushed across me. It brought along the hushed applaud of tree leaves that edged the fields of grass around the cottage. I thought I could make out a little trio of sheep not too far off, watched over by a little girl with auburn hair and hands full of wild flowers. Though I wasn't close enough to see, I could still imagine the furrow of her brow as she weaved the flowers stems together. A little, silver haired boy bounced around in the garden, hitting a stick against the stone walls as he walked around. I thought I could hear the faint tune he sung. And trailing behind was another silver haired child, pretending to sing along.
I didn't go in, as I had other times. Rather, I stepped off the path and took a seat in the grass. It felt as soft as new spring blades against my shins.