Happiness that lasts

It was one of those times. I was driving along the highway to visit my daughter. The sun was shining, the radio was pouring out one of my favorite symphonies, and crepe myrtles were in bloom. (There are lots of crepe myrtles in North Carolina.)

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a rush of joy. For a few moments, everything was perfect. I felt wonderful. It was as if happiness was filling my body. I wanted to hold on to it forever.

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