bliss.

"The setting sun creating a mosaic of reflections through dusty sheets of some sort of clear, hard substance. They could have told us it was hardened water, for all we cared. It was pretty. Trees changing different colors for some reason. They could have told us it was Green being bored with what he was and decided to become Orange, for all we cared. It was beautiful. Sounds coming from pieces of wood and metal. They could have told us little people made those sounds within, for all we cared. It was wonderful. The sun shining on our backs while we turned rocks over to look for snails. They could have told us God was shining a flashlight down to help us out, for all we cared. It was fun. They could have told us many things, for all we cared. For all we cared. But in reality, it was our world. We made the rules, we set the standards, and we didn't care. Then we started caring........."