Her Happy Place

I can feel the long grass tickle my bare skin and the birth of goosebumps on my arms from the light breeze, and I notice my breath expanding with each inhale as my lungs long for the fresh air. My body sways to the sound of birds chirping, leaves rustling, and horses grazing. My arms involuntarily open to embrace the wide open space, giving my love to breath, life, and freedom. The sun warms the corners of my soul, bringing light to my shadows, and energy to my bones. My happy place frees me from the unending news cycle, the unanswered emails, and the unproductive restless chatter in my head, replacing it with a still meditative peacefulness that fills me up. I can't help but wonder why I don't book vacations to my happy place more often, it's only a few steps to my backyard.