Happiness

A quiet room and an ivory peice of paper.

A mechanical pencil strewn carelessly over.

A radio softly playing old country songs.

The occanial ad playing in pesimistic tones.

The blinds pulled up and sunlight streaming in.

The window open and in blowing summer wind.

The screams and laughs coming from the neighborhood pool.

The voice of a friend sitting on the bed, chatting.

The gray body of a dog laying on the carpet, panting.

Happiness is my fondest memory of summer.