For the first time in 2 years I took my book outside to read. The sapphire sky was cloudless and sunny, the emerald grass was soft and sweet. I'm not afraid of bees anymore, so I didn't mind their buzzing in the plum tree I was rested against. Sometimes I feel the world slipping through my fingers. People are becoming so disconnected from the earth, from each other. When is the last time you took off your shoes and felt the earth beneath your feet?