[ WP ] Begin with the sentence , `` I am alone , but I am happy '' .

I am alone, but I am happy. 
 
 There's no noise, no car horns or people shouting or cars rushing by. It's just me here. Me and the quiet of the world after a storm. The sun has come back from behind the clouds for one last look before it sets for the night, shining pale orange beams through the trees. The light catches the rains still dripping from leaves and branches. The damp earthy smell fills my nose. The forest is magic, transporting me away from my life, the hustle and bustle of the traffic, the dirty streets and the acrid scent of the city. 
 
 I used to come here with her, long ago. As children, we'd eaten the black berries the grew wild along the edge of the sunny meadow and played silly games in the tall grass. As teenagers, we'd walk the deer trails and follow the banks of the stream, and when we got older, we'd go back to that sunny meadow, where we'd make love, or talk for hours. I asked her to marry me there, in the tiny field of wildflowers that bloomed, so sweet and fragrant each spring. When we were older still, we brought our own children here. 
 
 I lift the shovel and take one last look around at the trees. I suppose it was fitting, the rain earlier today. It had driven the others away, and I'd finished filling the hole myself. I had needed that time, you see, to say good bye. To make peace with the fact that I would never see her smile again, or brush a strand of hair out of her eyes. Now, as I leave the meadow, picking my way through the trees, I smile a little. She loved it here, and I loved her. I suppose I should be sad, but I know that she'll find peace here. 
 
 So, now I'm alone, but I am still happy.
