I’m filling right now my inner reservoir of happiness. I saw dandelions for example today, and I sat in a folding chair, the type you have in the forest, and drank a beer in the warm sunshine, listening to the geese by the pond, as they made their strange noises
And I thought of how the turkeys last spring was bathing in the dirt just a ways off from where I sat; clucking happily
Now they are gone, but I am still here
Even though it didn’t turn out the way it was supposed to, I am still here
And there are dandelions growing nearby
And the sun is warming my skin