It's when you see rainbows in the splashing water of the fountain.
When the sun goes down and colours all the sky with a thousand colours of pink and orange and gold.
When you look across the room and meet a pair of friendly eyes that try to tell you something... something other than the usual small talk.
That's when you're happy about living in this country.
I love it.
Please, take my mind off things like this more often.
Signed,
POET in the JAR
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