I need to play hide and seek with bliss.

Perhaps a vacation would do.
In the sweltering heat of the afternoons, when one often goes to discover the new conversions. 
Of the streets and of the discovering of routes on partly torn, tried and tested maps. 
Of crowded buses, and crying children.
Perhaps a vacation would do.
Of late night train rides, and falling off to sleep with a book under your arm.
Of the evening bliss after the afternoon perceptions.
Perhaps, a vacation would do just fine.