Happiness 11-11
walking on the traintracks; the moment before you spoke; nightingale singing right outside your window.
walking on the traintracks; the moment before you spoke; nightingale singing right outside your window.
finding your way home; unopened boxes; the sea turtle taking you to your kingdom under the sea.
gazing up at the sky from a canoe; an encounter with an old friend; fabric threaded with gold.
the house on the back of the mountain; waking up after having slept for 100 years; stroking the head of a giraffe.
red and white striped beach umbrellas; the alpacas grazing outside your bay windows; a tiny house in the heart of the forest.
the lighthouse still standing; opening your eyes and realizing it’s late in the morning; a small favor.
opening a box of crystal flutes; painting the door; resting with a jaguar by a pond in the jungle.
leaves fallen from the catalpa; draped in folds of blue velvet; a strange mound in the heart of the hills.
opening the drawer and finding what you’ve been looking for; a new way of looking at things; gazing at the ridgeline.
a pile of antique rugs laid out in the sunshine to dry; dressed only in peacock feathers; knowing that the question has to be answered.
the message from the ladybug basking on a seed pod; the sea bed roiling with pearls; the uncanny feeling that an admiring stranger is watching you.
sailing off to the Isle of Skye in a storm; entranced by the puppet show in the middle of the park; the sweetness of fresh honey.
The rooms garlanded in vines of bittersweet.
being singled out for a special purpose
tying your horse to the hitching post and stopping for a rest.
guided home through the snow by the Alsatian.
rain pattering on the window while you take your bath.
climbing to the house above the trees.
making a decision the next morning.
tying the sash, slowly, around your waist.
Fear turning to awe as the light nears.
kissing her fingertips; great stone lions on the gateposts; arriving on time.