2:55 PM, the bell pierced through the hallways of the school. Students scrambled to their feet, grabbing books, tearing off uniform ties and untucking uniform buttoned blue shirts. The sun glowed vibrantly through the windows, cascading a sort of energy that, as it touched the skin, shot through you and filled you with seemingly the very essence of life. I slowly made my way across the brickwork, bathing in the warming light. A peace filled me then like none other had before - at least, not in my recent life. I had come to terms with existence. The spring air filled my lungs and revitalized my body. The warmth of the sun gave me what I can only describe as an undefined inspiration. All at once I realized that, if all were to disappear, and this was the only thing left of our world - the trees, nature, the earth and the cosmos, I would be content and living life to the utmost extent. "If nothing else, then this." I thought, stuffing thick textbooks into my locker. "Who could need religion when you have this?" I asked myself. The bus ride home was equally moving. Every inch of nature and each moment experienced was new and refreshing. I felt like a child, innocent and newborn. The wind whisped through the open windows, lifting my spirit up and letting it soar. More thoughts sprouted up through me, and I was assured that if I were to die in that moment, I would do so happily. It was a beautiful day to live, a beautiful day to die. That was my mentality. At last I understood why the natives of many lands were accurately described as a noble and content people. Many a day was like this one. Only now had I realized it. Far from a fight of survival between man and nature, the natives were balanced in a harmonic equilibrium, taking and leaving, consuming and replenishing the world around them. It was an afternoon of living.
Obviously there's much talent in hippyland, 2nd viewed thread & 2nd time I had to say that the imagery is excellent-Cinnamom
