On this little wooden platform, surrounded by a lush green forest and my sandal-clad feet submerged in the dewy grass,
I feel content.
An indescribable feeling that
sounds like a million hearts racing before the finish line
and smells like an apple pie fresh out of the oven and waiting on a windowsill while the wind blows the tantalizing smell into your nose.
Or the taste of an ice-cold glass of lemonade whilst sitting in a wooden lawn chair with peeling red paint,
or looking at a sun set over a vast horizon, slowly sinking downwards as a beautiful purple-blue wraps around me like a warm blanket that's sparkled with stars.
Maybe even the feel of a comforting hand rub against my shoulder in a consoling manner.
Anything and everything that reminds me why God placed me right where I am
in this planet of imperfect beings of a body and mind combination,
instead of with some other family with a different environment of people and surroundings.
