Another Day

You are everywhere, just beyond sight beyond reach beyond touch and I am nearly full of calm, as nearly content as I remember being, and I think I feel happy too.

I smile when I think the word, and then when I glance out the window and I say the word, the smile leaves momentarily. It seems impossible to pronounce the word “happy” and smile at the same time.


That is a word that can be worn and said and experienced at once. I wish it for you.

Shabbat Shalom