happiness
comes in many forms
perhaps it is in the smile
of a passing stranger
or maybe it is in the laughter
of men cheering at their favorite sports team
it is in the sparkling eyes
and in the raspberries blown by babies
it is in the musty pages
of your favorite book
it is in the warmth
of freshly-laundered clothes
it is in you and it is in me
and it is concentrated in the things
that make our eyes bright and our cheeks sore and our guts hurt
it is these small victories that carry us through the gray days
-n.c
