Happiness

Imagine happiness my dove, but don't get sad because air is dense this evening and your breath descends slowly, orange, far away like a tickling caress in your belly.
Dream of happiness but don't let your perfectionism or impatience make you cry or shout or despair.
If the world looks ugly and imperfect and low and insufficient, just give it a drop of the beauty you can imagine. Bring us a gift from your sky to our reality when you feel it flawed the most.