Happiness. I don't even know what that is anymore. All I remember is, it's like the sun, warming every ounce of who you are. You feel it in the deepest parts of you. It is electric and it is so contagious. If someone else is happy, you can't help but be happy too. It is your favourite song playing on the radio and you dancing crazily around your kitchen. It is your best friend being so happy it hurts. It is curling up at night with a good book and a hot chocolate and just reading the hours away. Happiness is a lot of things. It is what you make it. It is a sunny walk or a winery sky. It is a field of poppies or a row of leave-less trees. It is a pet dog or a new house. It is a night out with friends, or a night in with the same friends and a movie. Aside from all of that, happiness, happiness is something that should never be forgotten.
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Short Story[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
