It's fall. The leaves are a fading green, with orange, yellow, red and brown spots.
There's a long road ahead of me, but I don't know where it leads.
Trees line either side of the leafy path.
In the distance, between the trees, mountains.
Overlooks with beautiful scenery.
Fall is my favorite season.
I'm alone, though I can't see myself.
The air is crisp and I can smell warm apple cider and pumpkin pie.
The road is never ending.
I'm just walking forward, never once looking back.
I stop and take a deep breath, taking in my surroundings.
I'm happy, I'm calm.
I continue walking, and I see so many things.
I'm imagining a perfect world created for me, and only me.
I don't know how long I'm there, but the sun doesn't seem to be going down.
It's a never-ending fall evening.
There's small gusts of wind, but I don't really feel them.
I know I'm wearing a scarf, a beanie, a sweater, jeans and boots, even though I can't see.
It's mid October, I just know it.
The road still doesn't stop.
Carved into trees are words of wisdom, and excerpts of Edgar Allan Poe.
There's music in the distance, but I can't figure out what it is.
It's soft, it's piano music.
The walk continues on, but I don't get tired.
I still smell the cider and the pie.
My favorite time of year is lasting for ever.
There's a pumpkin patch and a forest, but I stay on the road.
I pause once more, seeing the long-stretched road in front of me.
I sit down on the damp pavement; it recently rained.
Taking in yet again another deep breath, I lay down in the middle of the road.
I relax, letting the calm wash over me.
And somehow, I'm okay with it, even though I know where I am.
I'll be here forever, my happy place, created just for me.
Most people won't call acknowledge that they're in heaven, but I do.
I'm forever in my happy place, where only good feelings are felt.
Where music is tasted by your ears.
Serenity is seen.
Happiness is felt.
This is my forever.
This is my happy place.