taylor@sdccsu3.UUCP (08/07/84)
A bright sunny day. Rolling down a grassy hillside, to land, messy, in a pile at the bottom. We lay there, panting, laughing. The sun smiled down benevolently, Allowing us the indulgence of Happiness. I glanced about, upside-down. "What's that?" I asked the sky, pointing at my friend. A flower.