Sometimes when I'm stressed out about something, I close my eyes and picture myself lying on a fresh patch of spring grass, looking up at perfectly fluffy white clouds. The sun soaks my limbs with warm shine, and I definitely know I'm not lying in dog poo. In my right hand I have a blue freezie, and in my left, a bag of freshly popped popcorn.
My happy place is here.
3 comments:
One can never go wrong with fluffy clouds...
Or a freezie/popcorn... :D
True... though fluffy clouds are more contemplative. :)
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