of happiness, or let's
call it
contentment,
comes not with any
fanfare,
a parade or blowing
of trumpets.
there is no banner
strung,
no seas that part or
clouds that
split to show a brilliant
sun.
no, it comes
like a breath of cool
fresh air
as you lie on the couch
on a blue
sky day
unworried, or rushed
to go anywhere.
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