494. Happy Place

I dreamt about my favorite happy place this morning. I usually do that when I'm daydreaming, or trying to step away from the stress. Not sure why it came to me today, but instead of pontificating on that, let me just describe where I was this morning.

It's a typical warm afternoon, on my left side is the river bank, and a slope that leads to the river. There are some Kash Phool (foamy white wild reeds) on the slope, and this light green wild money plants covering the bank. I am on my red mountain bike (Lalu) through this long narrow path covered with brown leaves off all the long and winding trees on my right. On my right is a big tree, with branches extending over my head and into the river. There's also a soft murmuring noise, made by the winds lashing through the bamboo trees in the distance and also the syncopating wild reeds. On my backpack I have couple of books I want to read. I bike down the path, find a secluded spot and sit down. The mild sun reaches my legs, but my face is shaded by the trees. I put a book over my face, and fall asleep.