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I lean back in the seat and watch the sun sparkle through the leaves. Late afternoon sun glistening through the waving branches, jagged shards of leaves, fractured into rainbow rays through the window’s glass prism and into my eyes. It’s hard to describe, so very hard to describe what I’m seeing, so perhaps I can describe what I’m feeling. I recline and feel content. I recline and feel content. I feel at peace with the moment. I feel at peace with the moment, suddenly at peace. Suddenly at peace with the sun and the late afternoon light. In the late afternoon light, in the late afternoon light. Shadows on the window and a smoothness in my body as I melt into the seat and the sun pulls me up. It’s like a scene in the movies, you know, when a beam of light comes down from heaven to pull you up. Like in Ghost, you know? It’s one of those moments, except I know that I won’t get pulled up. I’m just here to look at it. Just here to look at it and be in it for a few minutes until it’s gone, until the sun sets, or until I have to move through another moment in time. I won’t get pulled up, not this time, I’ll just stay here, but somehow, somewhere, this is enough. This is enough. In my heart, I’m being pulled into the sun, in my heart, I’m being pulled into that beam of light. I’m being pulled into the beam of light. In heaven, in heaven, leaning back in the couch.

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