Whenever I passed through a deep cut in the rocks, the temperature dipped noticeably.
In a nearby field, the redwing blackbirds were talking from fence posts and the killdeer were pacing nervously on the ground.
As I passed there, I started getting the "everything is right in the world" feeling. Typically this only happens when I wake up from my lunch nap but now and again it'll pop up in other places.
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What is beautiful, without regard
is not the curve in your jaw or hip
Beautiful is continuous and outward
always as the rambled interstate
which travels through your heart