I do wonder how some people, who upon seeing gorgeous, billowing cumulus clouds floating effortlessly overhead, don’t just want to explode with joy.
Or who, upon seeing a mighty old oak tree, don’t run right up to it wildly screaming, « I love you! »
Or who, upon being caught in the rain, don’t blush as each drop gently kisses their skin.
Or who, upon gazing at a star-filled night, aren’t paralyzed with awe.
Or who, upon seeing their reflection in a pond, don’t cry the happiest of tears.
Do you know what I mean?