wind toussling&tossing my hair. Sondre on my stereo [Lerche, Lerche, hard at work-y]. perfumed smell of hundreds of various types of flowers blowing into my nostrils with ferocity. all while i speed down the highway with the setting sun performing a spectacular solar show and brushing my epidermis with a tingling warmth. this is heaven. this is perfection. this is serenity.

there's something about that solitude smile,
the one you only make in moments of inner peace&joy when alone.
it's a smile no one else can see or feel... ever.
it's solely yours until mortality.
and, it's the most pleasurable smile you ever smile.