It is late afternoon on a warm fall day and the sun casts its golden light across the field.
The corn has all been harvested, and now I have a panoramic view of the beautiful rolling hills that surround us.
The breeze carries the scent of hay, fresh cut grass, and the flowers still in a late bloom.
Other than the rustling leaves that sound like distant applause.
It is quiet.
I stand on the highest point on my hill.
The sky is stretched out above me like a brilliant blue dome
I see the horizon on all sides of me.
In these few moments I can just be.
I shed the cares of the day like the trees are shedding their leaves and just breathe.
I feel small in the vastness of all I can see from my hill.
I feel freedom in the moment-freedom to just be.
The sun has warmed me, and I absorb its glow.
The leaves are in brilliant color on the hills around me.
The breeze fades away,
A cloud moves in front of the sun.
The silence is broken by a crow.
I am snapped back into my day, refreshed and renewed.
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