Happy Days

Some days just are melancholy. It isn't because of something specific happening. It isn't because of something said. Life just catches up with you like a that sin that always finds you out.

Fortunately, for each melancholy day, life affords you with one of those days where nothing can touch you. Invisible shields of flowers and smiley faces engulf every side of us.

Yesterday was one of those days. Happy days include sunshine and barefooted trips down to the mailbox to receive a letter, card, coupon, or in yesterday's case, the Rock Creek Review in which I was published.

Two poems with my name above them sit on a page that won't be edited. Like crying babies finally resting, I watch them sleep as their relieved mother.

Ah, happiness!