Imagine strolling on the greenest grass with the fresh, crispy cold air all around. The grass beneath my feet feels alive, cool and damp from morning dew, cushioning each step with a gentle spring. In the distance, I hear the soft rustle of leaves and the faint call of a bird, blending seamlessly with the stillness around me. The world feels vibrant and serene, as if it’s welcoming me into its quiet sanctuary where worries dissolve and peace settles in, wrapped in the familiar embrace of nature’s simplicity.
I’m sure for most of us, grass doesn’t need an introduction. But as someone who has lived in a bustling city, where green spaces are rare, and who has traveled primarily through urban European landscapes, grass feels exotic. To describe it in simple words: grass is a soft, green ground cover that feels cool and fresh underfoot. It grows in blades, creating a gentle, even layer that sways in the breeze.
I know grass is everywhere, but I saw it differently on my recent trip to Switzerland, which is a very lush country where one is surrounded by endless green fields and clear mountain air. On this trip I felt an overwhelming sense of calm. The grass seemed more alive and more vibrant than any I’d seen before. Standing on the grass, I felt its invitation to pause and breathe.
