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Happiness can often seem so random and sporadic. So much time poured into the attainment of this state of mind. And yet, so often, we are surprised by the circumstances under which it is delivered.
I wait for this signal to bring a new color, one of release. And yet, I find myself patient, which is unnatural for me. I sip this quick-coffee, and I am astounded at the serenity I feel:
Comparable to time spent on the backporch, in a chair easily rocking to-and-fro. Insects buzzing, the light morning air playing around my ankles, a soft blanket warmly nestled around my shoulders as I sip home-crushed beans from a ceramic mug. I watch the light spread across this field of gold, and hear the wind whispering to me through the trees. I am fortunate of no busy streets, noisy neighbors, or blaring electronics in these peaceful mornings. I listen to the birds converse, and am completely replenished of my joy of sound. When I age and my voice refuses to float over the notes as I wish, I wish to still have my hearing. I pray that I will still have this hearing.
And in this moment of peaceful rushing, I thought of her. The smile that I know would play around her lips as she listened to this strange occurence. Of the laughs that I would share with her. Of the hectic life that she now struggles to maintain. Of the distance that I know presses upon her. She is so strong. I want to be strong, like this woman. I want to be worthy of that title.
Oh, how I miss you at times like this.
I wait for this signal to bring a new color, one of release. And yet, I find myself patient, which is unnatural for me. I sip this quick-coffee, and I am astounded at the serenity I feel:
Comparable to time spent on the backporch, in a chair easily rocking to-and-fro. Insects buzzing, the light morning air playing around my ankles, a soft blanket warmly nestled around my shoulders as I sip home-crushed beans from a ceramic mug. I watch the light spread across this field of gold, and hear the wind whispering to me through the trees. I am fortunate of no busy streets, noisy neighbors, or blaring electronics in these peaceful mornings. I listen to the birds converse, and am completely replenished of my joy of sound. When I age and my voice refuses to float over the notes as I wish, I wish to still have my hearing. I pray that I will still have this hearing.
And in this moment of peaceful rushing, I thought of her. The smile that I know would play around her lips as she listened to this strange occurence. Of the laughs that I would share with her. Of the hectic life that she now struggles to maintain. Of the distance that I know presses upon her. She is so strong. I want to be strong, like this woman. I want to be worthy of that title.
Oh, how I miss you at times like this.