Pinks and blues color the sky, The sun has removed itself for the night, And the breeze rolls on, Alleviating the August heat.
Though a bit high, You can find me basking in the last of the light So I can view all the houses, cars and lawns As I read on my rooftop; nothing beats
These waning summer nights that Are fleeting quickly. Nothing beats reading On my roof, enjoying the solitary act Of simply reading a book.
I'm doing more than reading up here at Sunset; no, I'm understanding that this is just leading Me to the notion that happiness has one fact- Happiness rests in the little things, you just have to look.
Every time I sit on my roof to read I end up realizing how nice everything is- the trees, the neighbors, life in general. I always climb back through my window once I'm done with the thought that "I've got noncomplaints, all is well, and I'm happy." Funny how one little activity can be so profound.