Close your eyes and think of yourself as a child. Think of what used to amuse you and what made you happy.
The little pleasures of life.
As I do that, I think of our garden and me sitting in the porch looking at the little in our garden tree with yellow flowers all over it. Yes its spring and the grass is turning green. Everything looks fresh. And a yellow flower in my hand.
And the day is ending, darkness hiding the bright day light. Its time to go inside.