Hopeful Romantic

Hopeful Romantic

When I lay on the grass on a warm day, and a light breeze blows across my face, I look up at the cloudless blue sky and close my eyes. All my worry melts away and the world stops turning. No sound, no sight; only the soul, perfectly content with its' own existence.

When I stand at the summit of the mountain and look down on the valley below, all my senses are aroused at once. I see the world in its' simplest, most beautiful form. I smell the pines, the wildflowers, and the dirt itself as they condense into a grand potpourri. I feel the wind as it caresses my skin, and place my hand upon the rock; all at once forming reality into a single, blissfully physical instant.