" David rode thought the snow, the dark branches of the leafless trees in either side, and the orange and peach of sunset at the horizon, and he felt...incandescently happy. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt like this, like joy was a fossil fuel buried deep in his soul, and he had suddenly struck deep and his a gusher. He felt vibrant and alive, wanting to be in this moment and nowhere else, wishing he cold bottle it up and keep it forever, "

― Eli Easton , A Second Harvest (Men of Lancaster County, #1)