You Could Still Feel It in the Grass, July 1998

It was one of those July afternoons in 1998 where the air felt thick even in the shade. The grass was warm under your feet and the metal chair had been sitting out since morning. Your mom was watering plants in the distance and your dad was adjusting the sprinkler. Nothing dramatic was happening, but it didn’t need to. Just the quiet sound of a lawnmower a few houses down and the light slowly moving across the yard. #nostalgia #childhoodmemories #liminalspaces