Is it just me,
or does joy become more elusive as you get older?
Like joy is the sun
and it becomes eclipsed by clouds.
Clouds that are worry
Self-doubt
Guilt
Shame
Rates and taxes
Traumatic experiences
Car maintenance
An ill loved one
Climate change
A pandemic
So many clouds
makes it hard to see
the sun.
But the sun is always there;
shining despite the clouds.
Sliding in and out of blue-sky gaps,
making silver linings,
painting the clouds red.
And pink and gold and fuchsia.
(My favourite is that purply-yellow colour that has no name.)
All the colours
that make life beautiful.