I remember a meadow where I used to drive amongst in the morning at a house I worked at. I took many pictures, but they have been lost in old cell phones and now all I can do is bring you the meadow in my mind with its giant rolls of hay in the morning light as I first turned into the driveway. A bittersweet memory that I love. That 'grass' in the meadow stretching endlessly will live in this girl's memory forever. No cell phone needed.