Happiness 10-6
holding the sword high and the scales balanced; the silver net disintegrating; the owls hooting.
holding the sword high and the scales balanced; the silver net disintegrating; the owls hooting.
in the midst of chaos; talking to the Crow about the new moon; the flavor of it.
heading home; being the squirrel that tastes the hickory; diamonds in the mist.
climbing over the wall; the long night over; a tasty potion.
the road less traveled; kissing the back of her hand; returning home at dawn.
a sacred grove; spreading your wings wide; jundreds of caterpillars.
skyscrapers against an autumn sky; desire; humming to yourself.
five birds; braving the night; the dome of the rock.
a pile of wooden beads in the sand; crossing the river before winter; pulling apart the sides.
sacred geometry; letting the current take you; the quiet afterward.
remembering; laughing so hard you float to the ceiling; the interlude.
waiting; the staircase draped in red roses; your heart light as a feather.
the charm of detail; turning over a new leaf and seeing what’s on the other side; not a cloud in the sky.
the magic of paint; charging into the fray; foxes on the hill barking.
finding your way around; teal and gold; putting on the ring.
standing tall; a gentle falling away of all that no longer matters; illuminated by lightning.
the rocks coming to life; a long chess game at twilight; rain in the city.
a magic boat; blowing away the cobwebs; the taste of fresh sunflower seeds.
hiding inside the barrel; the key that unlocks anything and everything; disarming yourself.
on this side of the fence; remembering that night when the orchestra warmed up; enchantment.
a sacred grove; prying open the lid of the treasure chest; turning the corner.
floating away; wild parrots on the peanut vines; beyond belief.