Synchroblog: Happiness.

happiness is snuggling in an old worn quilt. it's that feeling where you are safe and secure and content so that you can wrap up in the warmth, close your eyes and fall asleep. it's not the absence of fear, or worry, or doubt. it's the relief in the knowledge that it's all going to be okay.

happiness is riding in the car with new friends or old friends or strangers, and a song comes on the radio that everyone loves. all begin to sing along, no questions asked. dancing ensues. when the song is through, everyone is smiling, and no one cares that they just sang in public.

happiness is standing next to someone you love, and letting yourself fall over, straight to the ground with no fear. you never hit the ground, because that someone just caught you in their arms. the best part: they hold on to you for a while to make sure you don't fall again.

happiness is searching desperately through your closet for something, anything to wear, and you discover a favorite pair of jeans you forgot you had. the fear of them not fitting is ignored and in one smooth motion you pull on and zip up the jeans. your ass has never looked better.

happiness is losing yourself in the words and in the lilt and cadence of the sentences. over and over they tumble, a dance without music, free. no matter how many pens are bled dry, papers filled beyond capacity, you know there is no limit, and no one who can stop you.

happiness is walking on a road for a distance with a friend, without speaking. both of you notice that your steps have fallen in sync with one another. your eyes meet and smiles spread across both faces. your loose arms brush against each other midswing. you link them and keep walking.