The night was clear and beautiful as many July nights are. I lay on my back gazing up at the sky with my hands behind my head. I felt like a little child in the planetarium on a field trip, except this time there was genuine July air tickling my bare feet and real blades of grass playing with my hair. I smiled as thin strips of peace wrapped themselves around my heart and bound my soul. Staring at the sparkles above put twinkles in my eyes, and I shivered as they traveled down my spine.
Every night should be like this, I thought to myself, miserable with the selfish desire to be in green pastures all my life.
Lazily, I rolled over onto my stomach and made a feeble attempt to prop myself up with my elbows. Resting on them, I had a different look at the world. There was nothing but green, lush grass for half a mile, at which point it descended out of sight. Surrounding the field on the other two sides was a thick wooded area.
As I rose to my feet, a feeling of remorse attacked me. If the world could see what I have seen tonight, maybe more would come to appreciate.... I stopped when a horrible thought entered my mind. Or would they?
I swung my jacket over my shoulder and walked into the bright lights of civilization below. n
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.