Everyone has their happy place.
I think mine is somewhere between a freshly bloomed lily and a happy wild mess of zinnas.
For some, it might be sitting by your best friend in a sunny pasture.
Others might find it in the satisfaction of hard work turned into a year's supply of garlic.
Or in that miniscule space between sky and ground at the top of a mountain.
Or maybe between the four legs of a colt you've raised.
(Who recognizes this little boy, Guster, from last winter?)
All grown up now!
And lots of people (myself included) discover it in the diminishing light of a setting sun across crashing waves.
Or in that ring of slightly warmer sand around a beach fire.
Wherever your happy places are, I hope this summer is providing you lots of time to enjoy them and explore new ones!