When I think of happiness, I think of mountains, welcoming arms, large hands, hips to grab on to, openness, surety, softness, trust. The ability to offer and keep secrets. A well-prepared meal, clean bed sheets, a taste for adventure, silliness. The feeling of home in another person. Early mornings, unkempt men, the desire to do good. A person who realizes how lucky he is.
I love this.
ReplyDeletesimple, but all I've ever wanted.xx
ReplyDeletedreaming is believing