I stretched out on the sofa.
Warm summer breezes floated through the room.
I closed my eyes, thinking of nothing in particular.
My thoughts were mine, and only mine.
I thought I smelled the freshly cut grass, and it triggered a memory:
My dad wanted me to start mowing the lawn, and I was so excited!
Like an artist at work, I mowed the lawn into the shape of the British Flag,
I made diagonal cuts instead of horizontal cuts.
I made a mess of the lawn! It was great!
Dad didn’t see the humor, nor the effort.
He quickly decided that I needed to stop mowing the lawn.
On my sofa, I smile.