GRASS...yesterday I cut the lawn. The smell of gasoline and and fresh cut grass was in there air and all over my clothes. It reminded me of the days when i played soccer, coming home with green socks and dirt and mud all over me. I miss those days running around the field with no worry in the world. It's the same feeling I get when I go snowboarding. Its kinda funny how I feel comfortable in both conditions, from the warm feeling of grass and the icy cold snow. Wish i was doing either instead of sitting on my ass at work.