HAPPINESS IS…
Happiness is watching the copulation of butterflies; The
smells of a basil plant after a rain; Tickling your best friends big toe; Not
eating garlic ice cream; Throwing a computer out of the window from the top
floor when it stubbornly beeps NO; Mailing that letter which has been in your
bag for two weeks; Asking questions; Not being bitten by the mosquito who
has been circling your nose for the past ten minutes; Crying in a good movie; The
smell of the Paris subway; Slapping
a mosquito dead so hard that it hurts..you; Hearing that song again; Sleeping
next to the light breathing of a warm body; Arriving; And then leaving; An
unsolicited thank you; A piano arguing with a violin; Driving through a white
birch forest; Not gaining the three pounds you thought you had after eating too
much of the best tasting thing that ever made you salivated; Turning off
anything which makes artificial sounds; Petting a horse’s nose; Making pickles;
A hug; And another hug; Salivating over a Parisian flan and crepe within five
minutes; Reading in the rain; When the pain goes away; The first sight of Mrs.
Robin in the spring; My song sung;
Being alone to fart whenever you feel like it; Riding alone in a totally dark
elevator; Coming; And then going; Walking into a clean kitchen; Finally finding
it; Planting a seed; Making the bed; Receiving a call from a son; Finding the
top of a desk; Reading Melville; Double ‘entrandres’; Having air conditioning
in three digit heat; Being able to say no; Remembering where it is; Finishing
it; Not finishing it; Driving under a canopy of bright green trees; Taking off
the second shoe; A favorite dream which reappears without warning; Discovering
the peculiar; Thinking about thirteen things at once and then thinking about
nothing; Order from chaos & the chaos of order; Arriving without of taking
more than three wrong turns; A mouthful of Mozzarella, basil and a tomato right
off the vine; Being the passenger; Watching that present being opened; When the plane’s wheels touch ground; Looking
up to the sky just as a falling star winks.
Good morning.
Good morning.
July 4th 2012
1 comment:
Richard,
This is beautiful. I'm going to copy it when I get home and read it on my "down" days. I'm in Minnesota right now. Lots to be happy about here. Mary
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