Jay was obsessed with twilight and the color of grass. In the evening he stood in the field behind his home. He was surrounded by wind noises and his mouth held some of the rainy wind and the slight metal taste of his microwave burritos. The ground had been damaged by too much wheat farming and it was a marsh. The grass was up to his knees. He stooped down and dug his fingers through the rain water and into the mud. My sweet life, my sweet life he thought under the wind noise and burrito and rain smells. My sweet life.