I remember all the different days when I felt happy-
Loved, fulfilled, and hopeful.
Waking up to my son’s voice in our two-bedroom apartment,
Driving to college on misty mornings to pursue my degree in art.
Spending weeks in New York City learning to draw.
High-rises, beggars, museums, police sirens, and commotion on the streets.
The rain and the sun.
I remember colorful fall leaves and Vlad cheerfully plunging into its heaps.
His puffy cheeks and fingers, soft blond hair, curious blue eyes, thin lips smiling back at me...
I remember traveling to places big and small, vast and often overwhelming.
Listening to the silence of the night in ancient Venice.
Breathing in the blue expanse of the mountains and the green expanse of forests in America.
Visiting Buddhist temples and climbing hills.
Living above myself, living beyond dreams.
I remember all the different moments when I was happy.
|Utah.Cold afternoon, pastels on paper|