Wood frogs croaking
The shiny shell of a painted turtle
Dandelion fluff floating majestically in the sky
Birds singing their hopeful songs
Grass hushing in the breeze 
Smell of fresh pond air with every breath

Out the window, the sun lights up the world and my lack of motivation is hurting me. Without a softball season, my life has taken a lefthand turn onto Boredom Boulevard.

The sun shone brightly, illuminating the sky a bright baby blue. My childrens flipflops scraped the dirt road beneath my feet and I listened carefully to my sister as she talked.