Walking through the countryside, I spot a hill in the middle of a cornfield.
It's a tall, grass-covered hill with a plateau that overlooks the entire countryside.
I'm not sure why but I decide to climb to the top of the hill and look out over the cornfields. It's getting late and there's a certain haze in the air.
As I reach the top of the hill and turn in a circle, I realize I can see for miles in every direction. Above the low-lying fog, the sun is brightly shining and it fills the sky with a peaceful light.
To the west, a girl is riding her bicycle on the highway. To the east, is a grove of trees. To the north, is a barn. And to the south, are cornfields as far as the eye can see.
Standing at the top of the hill, I feel like Siddhartha Gautama reaching his legendary moment of clarity and achieving enlightenment.
At the top of this hill, my mind clears and all goes blank. Pure bliss. Emptiness. Clarity. Peace.
Then I wake up from my dream and find out I'm hungover after drinking too much at the concert the night before.
The pure bliss will have to wait for another day.
Enjoy the ride (and remember to cut back on the beer!),
Damm
