A sort of euphoria.
The sun beating down on my back.
Breathing fully to the depths of the lungs.
Fingers combing through the coarse green blades.
Calm.
Doesn’t everyone instinctively strive for happiness?
Or is it possible to be content?
Without happiness or sadness.
Lacking distress or conscious thought.
The wind makes my hair flicker.
My heart beat, steady and complete.
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