When One Is Happy Just To Be Alive


It was a glorious spring day, the kind of day when all the pent-up loneliness of the night dissipates into the beautiful blue vastness of the desert sky, when the mind is free to wander or dream or think of nothing at all, when one is happy just to be alive.

From here.

I imagine a day like this one, but in the desert.

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