As I drove through a meadow, gold and red with late season grasses, sun shining with mountain intensity, sky a stunning Colorado blue, U2 on the radio, windows down to invite caressing breezes in, beginning the ascent to the treeline and the tundra beyond, with Bill by my side--breath held--I felt bliss. Much rarer than happiness or even joy, my bliss transcends. Time stopped that moment, held us gently, before a soft exhale.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Bliss
As I drove through a meadow, gold and red with late season grasses, sun shining with mountain intensity, sky a stunning Colorado blue, U2 on the radio, windows down to invite caressing breezes in, beginning the ascent to the treeline and the tundra beyond, with Bill by my side--breath held--I felt bliss. Much rarer than happiness or even joy, my bliss transcends. Time stopped that moment, held us gently, before a soft exhale.
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