A Glimpse

There's a street on the edge of town that I go to sometimes. The street truncates suddenly - within a few feet the asphalt turns into gravel, then sand, to finally the rabbitbrush that composes most of the prairie that stretches beyond. It's a lonely place in some ways, but on warm sunny days there are few places I'd rather be.

As I stand here a breeze wraps around me. I feel the sun on my face. Sometimes my heart will open for just a moment. That's when I might notice.

Happiness.