Isn’t the world beautiful?
The street I live on, with its green.
How could I ever have thought of leaving this wonderful place?
Just to be here,
to feel the quiet of leaves above the soft rumble of the city,
to appreciate that it’s almost 10pm in the evening,
with the light still lingering in the trees.

Just to be, enough in My Life
Revised: 01/09/2026 8:16 p.m.
- June 20, 2025, midnight
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