When I opened my eyes once again, the sound quieted to a murmur, I licked the salt off my lips but the prairie sun remained warm and enveloping.
My heart swelled a little as I decided to take a picture, just in case there was a chance I could steal another moment back there again.
It was my 31st birthday and the greatest gift I received was that moment.
In a world that sometimes overuses profound adjectives for mundane events, it was awesome to have such deep, rich memories to go back and visit every now and again.
I am now, as I was then, truly blessed.
Happy birthday to me, indeed.