there is a young man.
standing on a grassy hill, his jacket flutterring in the wind.
his back is to me.
but i can see his love for life in the way he spreads his arms,
welcoming the wind in his embrace, as though it were an old friend.
he is far away.
though i hear his laughter, full of joy and mirth.
perhaps he, too, is learning to smile anew.