What it feels like.

This evening I was driving on the I-15 on a Sunday afternoon after a peaceful walk in the park. The radio was blasting X96 and the autumn sun bathed the world in a soft golden light. There wasn’t much traffic and as I drove it felt like I was flying. My mind flew between imagination and reality, lost in a thousand adventures all at once. For once, peace. For once, bliss. 

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