This evening, I laid in the grass watching as the clouds meandered helplessly across the sky within the ever present grasp of the gently blowing wind. I gazed through the heavens, as minute vampires danced unabashedly through the twisting currents of hot air pockets. Golden rays of sunlight burst across the horizon, pressing towards distances unknown as they lit up a staggered assortment of cedars. My eyes shifted slightly as my ears tuned into a mellow song, serenading me softly from above. A young sparrow slid through the blue, basking in the quiescence of the escaping dusk. Turning over swiflty in the sky, the white underbelly was splashed with honey, shining incandescantly against the fading navy of the approaching twilight. As quickly as it had began, it was over. Flapping feverishly, with unmatched rhythm, the young aviator shot through the air for the treeline. A smile dawned upon my face as the glimmering sphere of daylight drifted cozily into the anxiously waiting night. Royal blues shift into an obscure darkness, broken only by pin pricks in gods never ending canvas. Lights from another time glimmer faintly in the orbs of my unknowing eyes as I stare off into the vast expanse of an existence I will never understand. Void of all thoughts, I dare not tempt the unknown, I cannot reach for the knowledge that is not mine to have. I merely lay in a paralysis of modesty as I am humbled by the simplicity of my life and who I am. I know what it means to be happy.