Writing into Happiness

The gentle breeze of happiness drifts in from open skies

The skies are colorful in a peculiar way, much like a rainbow spilled its colors all over the open skies. The breeze, though gentle spread those leaked rainbow colors filling up the skies. Each individual must have its spectrum of color in which it finds a certain part of itself, if not, each one should.

I was sitting in this small barn-like cabin with bare necessities needed for survival. Stovetop for cooking food, mostly coffee, small fireplace filled with discards, clay pot filled with water, and a desk made of wastebaskets. I am not sure how and why I made it out here in the middle of nowhere. I drove to find calm and open skies to realign myself. I stopped at this locked cabin in the middle of nowhere and struggled my way to make it my own for now, the moment. I settled myself on the makeshift desk and opened my laptop to an empty page and a blinking cursor. I was sat in front of the window overlooking the vast field which someone failed to maintain as if abandoned without any hope of returning.

The fresh air can have such an amazing impact on our minds. The breeze traveling from another end of the world carrying its unique energy can have an instant impact on our minds and soul. Regardless of what life is dishing out for any of us, open skies and gentle breeze can find a way to transport us to our happy place.

I positioned myself to fill the empty page, attempting to move the cursor, but it felt heavier than usual. The bright lights from the screen were blinding, overshadowing the light coming in through the open window. As I lost my gaze towards a tiny bluebird struggling its way to get a twig exactly right to complete building its nest, the breeze gently filled my face with fresh anticipation. I pushed my laptop aside and placed a small notebook and pen on the desk.

The pen felt lighter than the cursor as if the gentle breeze itself was guiding it.

The words began to flow, the pages started filling up.