I have quite the selection of things that make me happy and are fun to write about. Quite a few times I found myself wanting to blog in the middle of the day about things that were around me that just made me smile. I was however, not near a computer at those times. By the time I finally got around to a computer I really needed both the feeling of happiness due to that certain topic and the craving to write to a faceless (and possibly non existant) audience to both be there. Needless to say, these feelings didn't simultaneously occur...ever.
I thus have succumbed to just the need to write without a particular topic in mind.
A few people who know me well may have seen this one coming, but one of my first thoughts that comes to mind when I think of happiness, is grass.
The people who know would remember me perhaps blissfully describing a large grass field under a warm sunny sky with a cool breeze and a giant tree perhaps. Hobbes is my hero.
(A few others may know due to an unfortunate incidence involving an unseemly level of intoxication and me rolling around on a lawn proclaiming my love for grass...heh)
When I was young, I would always want to go frolic in such fields, and even today it is a fantasy of mine. I think of the meadows where Belle from Beauty and the Beast or Maria from the Sound of Music sang on. I imagine lying in one under a starlit sky on awarm summer's night. I can almost feel the grass...but it would be soft and lucious like a field of silk covered plush blades.
Unfortunatley for me, these day dreams didn't play out so well in real life. I was told to stay out of the long grass when I was young as tall grass is full of mites and deer ticks. I have layed out on the grass in the summer, but the cold vancouver weather does not allow for a comfortable temperature past dark. I have rolled around in grass but it really is not plush or silky.
Somewhere though, I really believe there is that silky, tick free meadow with a perfect temperature range. Can someone please take me there :)?
*bliss*
