springtime happiness
It’s the sun shining:
clouds fluffy white,
or tinged with light.
It’s the wind sans chill—
breezy and carefree,
just how I want to be.
It’s the sky.
How big, how blue, how beautiful…
A million pale blue dots, forming
a limitless painting.
It’s warm temperatures,
and warm smiles,
and warm laughter,
as I talk to all of you.
A smile lights up my face —
I’m finally in a good place.