Feet in the Grass, Heart Wide Open

Tonight I went to an outdoor summer concert near my house. The kind where you bring a lawn chair, something to eat and drink and don’t worry about what you’re wearing. A night where you can just hang out and be comfortable, as if you were in your own living room.

As we sat there waiting for the concert to start, I felt the caress of the breeze on my arms and face.  I kicked off my shoes and settled into the comfort of soft grass and warm earth beneath my feet. I listened to the sounds around me—the hum of conversations and friends calling out in greeting.

And I decided tonight I will enjoy every minute of this time. Because whatever the experience turns out to be, this exact one will never come again.

The artists were introduced, and as the music began, I tipped my head back and watched as birds gracefully rode the currents of air above us. The sun going down reflected on the water, and I listened to the lyrics being sung. And let it all sink in.

Not every evening feels this magical—but maybe more of them could, if we just let them.