The Bus Ride

On my right, an open patch of grass with varying heights, with trees scattered randomly; leaves bustled as an impatient wind waltzed past. A beautiful pre-sunset sky provided the perfect backdrop.

(Hot as it was outside, I was in air-conditioned goodness.)

For a few seconds I lost myself. Perhaps this is what it’s like to be happy.

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