What It Is To Be Happy

He leaned his aging bicycle against the wooden pole and waited for her to come, sweating a little in the bright sunshine, full of nervous anticipation. He looked at the few, high clouds in the overwhelmingly blue sky wanting to memorize the moment, the feeling — to capture it somehow, so that, no matter what else might happen in his life, he could always say, “I know what it is to be happy.”

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