The crisp cool autumn breeze blows across my face
The wind rushes in between the fibers of my hair
I look out on the horizon, at the beautiful flowers
My skin is covered in goose bumps, simply breath taken by the beauty that lies before me.
A warm, burgundy wool sweater swallows me up as I sit in the cool, moist grass with my notebook and pen writing down what I see
A red flower, red and orange leaves, a beautiful golden sky painted with grey, cotton clouds.
I inhale then exhale, my eyes closed
I smell fresh cut grass
A fire burning in the distance
In this moment
Right this second
Is when I realize,
That nothing you buy me, nothing you feed me. nor say to me
Can make me more happier, than what I see before me.