Happiness

I return to an age-old fairy tale for solace after a long wait for my dream which never come, only news to shatter it into pieces. Time has a miraculous healing power, putting pieces together while I go about my dull witted ways. Once again, I am in the same old tale, which lifted my feet off the ground. Whether that is a good thing, I do not know. At least, in my lackluster days, it keeps me shining.

``I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation, It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.''