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.