Happiness 3-1
imagining each flower as an individual; banging on the drum; turning to go and realizing why you cannot.
imagining each flower as an individual; banging on the drum; turning to go and realizing why you cannot.
a tree running; the ground opening up in front of you and steps leading down; held in the palm of her hand.
heading for shelter; swathed in indigo velvet; slowly coming to your senses.
being playful; fastening your seatbelt for a bumpy ride; leaping from the top of a tree into an airboat.
full snow moon; the red-tailed hawk landing on your shoulder; enormous blossoms wafting past on the breeze.
masts; finishing the book and setting it down; a snowy owl swooping low and landing on a nearby branch.
hiding behind the barrels; a gooey roasted marshmallow on the end of a stick; beginning again.
waiting for nightfall; climbing the steps to the old roof garden; angels dancing on the head of a pin.
the fountain sealed; the fragrance of sweet rose tulsi tea; swimming with undines.
Johnny Appleseed: eyelids fluttering open; a blanket of stars.
being well groomed; sailing on a sea of red and orange blossoms; reading the smoke signals.
tossing a pebble at the window to wake her up; understanding what the whale said; hammering the gold.
delicious succulence; dreams of dead people; tango in winter.
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picking the right persimmon; the sound of violins coming from the woods; a thousand faces before you.
what was under the bark; lights of the town twinkling in the valley below; a good cry.
finding just the right fabric; light as a feather; a carpet bag that has everything you need inside it.
looking out the train window; moonbeams solidifying; burrowing into the sand.
swept off your feet by irises; doing it slowly; a candlelight bath during a blizzard.
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in a Turkish bazaar; sprays of flowering dogwood; parting the sea with a hand.