Flashes of Joy

Next to you.

Photo by Sander Weeteling on Unsplash

in a breath

I get glimpses

Fleeting

Autumn sun

Chill air

But there, as real

Memories touched but utterly in the present

Hone in, zero in

Hold gently

When moving,

The passing breeze

The light

As though the changing

season

But it’s clearly there

A vein so rich

A glimpse

of joy

Maybe impossible to describe

But there all the same

Brings me to a place of

peace and comfort

For microseconds

Then gone

Makes its all

So worth it

Yes

So worth it

Worth the struggle

Age related?

Could be

Not sure

Reemerging sense of what is?

Could be

Don’t know

Something new though

Something brilliant and

happy