'Happy' Place

Lying on the forest floor, looking out upon the sky. Smelling the damp underwood and feeling the crisp night breeze whipping at my hair. Cold enough to keep me awake and interested, but oddly comforting. Looking upon the pitch black, everlasting universe peeping out between the openings of the forest canopy, attempting to drape every thing in its darkness. Keeping it from reaching it's goal, the stars shine with the purest of light, as if they were traffic lights for the planets. Oh, to feel ageless, enlightened without any burdens. Love the feeling that you have control over everything, and yet, no responsibilities. Sinking in to the soft undergrowth and being overwhelmed with the scent of nature at its purest; relishing in the thoughts and feelings of the purest comforts that no amount of money could purchase or arrange. Just to be listening to absolute silence, to the point where my concentration is so great, that all I can think about is nothing. Again, the realization that the stars are shining so bright, as if their rays were reaching down and lifting me up into the highest of all heavens, and yet, you realize that you're already in it, and again, you're placed upon the bed of the earth, letting all your senses, every nerve, race with excitement as the breeze sends you into pure bliss.