Today's OneWord: Hillside

I've seen the way the grass grows on this part of the hillside, where the sun hits at an angle that nearly turns it silver instead of gold. I'd tell you if it was green, but the glare is so strong from the sky that I have to squint to look at the modest slope. I can tell you how it feels, though - how cool it is against the soles of my bare feet, how it feels like new hair between my toes. Like it's a part of me. A part of my childhood. A part of my sanity.