Happiness Poem

The scorching sun warms my face.
I squish the rough sand between my fingers and toes;
a natural exfoliation.
All of my worries and plans melt away as does the excess tanning oil.
The salted air stings my nose.
As I lay there with my eyes shut I can hear the faint giggles of laughing children,
they sound free.
A strong scent of sun block brings back fond memories of my own childhood and the chore of reapplying it hour after hour after hour.
My stomach rumbles after hours of lounging and finally I realize how hungry I am,
As I sit here in the booth of the pizzeria with all of my friends it hits me;
I am so lucky.