Maya Wayne

The Illusion of Happiness

I do not know if I have ever felt such peace. The sound of crunching gravel under my thick soled shoes pleases my ears as I am walking down a path with tall oaks on either side. There are blades of sunlight slicing through the small spaces in between the emerald treetops. The songs of various birds echo around me. A welcomed breeze passes and cools my skin under my light tan suit. The smell of damp earth fills my nostrils. The path curves to the left, and the trees open to a bright field of pink and violet wildflowers.