I stood on the bench and looked out over the prairie. From my new vantage point, I could see far more into the distance than I ever could have believed.
I was able to see the tress huddles together and the fields of grass warmed by the sun. I could hear with clarity the birds and insects joined in a choir, singing their evening songs.
I breathed the evening air filled with a mixture of earthy scents.
This was what it was to be alive. To see and hear with your heart.
As I watched the sun slip lower in the sky, coloring the landscape with a radiant glow, I was a bit sad the day was coming to a close.
I almost wished I could wrap this moment into a gift and save it for the times I forgot that life was beautiful.
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