Waiting For Happy

The day has just started. The world is gilded in gold and looks like an oil painting. The trees are lush, their leaves a dozen shades of green, yellow and orange. There is a new sun in the sky, its warmth humming on my skin. The grass is accented with dew and still cool from the night. The river is murmuring a merry song as it skips along the rocks, the herons fishing for breakfast, the otters playing around them.

I am happy.

Now.

In this moment.

Not when my body gets stronger.

Not when my circumstances get better.

Not when I have life figured out.

But now.