My ‘blue-sky’ happiness

Today was one of those days when I found myself brimming with happiness at the sheer magic of life. On my way to office, it seemed as though the world had taken on a “new look”. In all that happiness I found myself longing to lay on a grassy glade and gaze at the skies and its happy cloud formations for endless moments. A tiny spark of memory rushed back to me over the growing up years and filled me with an inexplicable sense of joy. A little boy and girl (six and eight respectively) lay on lush green lawns surrounded by the prettiest flowerbeds looking up at the clouds. The little girl’s busy story-telling. Tales woven around the clouds and refurbished as the winds change them. The little brother’s doubts and questions are brushed away for the stories are changing course quickly. (I blush as I write this now.)

As an adult, I can still see remnants of these memories in my life. I have often woken up excited at the blue skies and during the day wondered where that excitement sprang up from! And now I know where that blue-sky happiness found its origin. It was those moments in our garden with my brother.

Perhaps you have a blue-sky happiness waiting to be discovered?