Apples

Apple tree.

I feel happy. Happy for no reason. A happiness that surpasses all understanding. It’s just there, fully formed, in my mind. Sitting pretty like a baby with a choccy bar.

I’ve been sent out in the rain for shortcrust pastry (‘wait until it stops raining’, ‘no, I’m going now’) and am just strolling along listening to rain against the top of my umbrella and watching the silent pigeons on the aerials.

The air is pure and clean and when I breathe it in I feel a surge of energy.

The sky, the trees, the dogs on leads are conspiring to make me happy. I don’t know why. I never think to ask.

I’m at the shop now. It’s a good job this phone is waterproof. πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜„πŸ˜…πŸ˜†πŸ˜‡πŸ˜ˆβ˜ΊπŸ™‚πŸ€£πŸ€ πŸ€—πŸ˜‰πŸ™ƒπŸ˜πŸ˜›πŸ˜œπŸ˜‹πŸ˜ŒπŸ˜

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