There is a field of sunflowers that grows in the summer seven miles or so outside of town.

Thousands of them, their little golden bodies sway in the wind back and forth and without saying a word they speak to the people who come to walk amongst them. During the golden hour, the sun kisses their petals and the fields all turn the color of serenity. The silence that envelops the green valley leading into the canyon where all the hometown kids go to have bonfires says that sometimes happiness is not being busy. Happiness in its' purest form is that field of sunflowers, a few close friends, and a sunset. Happiness is the way the sun strokes each strand of your best friends' hair just for you to watch, and to see it pool in her brown eyes turning them to honey pots. Happiness is nothing, but everything. No money to buy flowers, but enough open fields to grow endless gardens. Happiness is the way you feel when you are not attached to your problems, but the things that make your problems melt away. Sun kissed summer skin, a slight breeze, and the sounds of birds singing in the early evening.

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