Touch

I feel the loose dirt under my boots and I feel my spurs wiggle and spin with each step. I feel the wetness dripping off of my cold beer. I feel a clean, warm breeze blowing on my face and I feel the moisture of the clouds as a storm rolls in. I feel barbeque sauce drip down my hand and I feel the crisp yet soft bun on my fingertips. I feel the heat coming off the fire and I feel the roughness of the bench formed from raw tree branches on my palms and the backs of my legs.