Where do you find it?
Bone deep happy.
At twilight, amongst the soft pink swaying grass, gazing at the Milky Way?
Curled up with a knowing smile on a plush, sunny window seat with a dog-eared tome?
In the lingering, whimsical gaze of a parent observing their child’s first clumsy steps?
Alone at the stark summit of a conquered mountain, breath misted with panting triumph?
Under the deep? Tickled by flitting fish as they tentatively touch the eddying bubbles surrounding your frame?
The first golden drop that touches your tongue as you swipe it across your syrup laden dish?
A wish.
Made with the puff of a dandelion.
For bone deep happy.