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A Piece of Joy
Last week, here in London, the grey clouds finally rolled away
and summer breezed in.
I stared into the bluest sky and let my imagination run free;
took a bite of the sun — all sticky and sweet —
and made candyfloss out of those white condensation trails formed by aeroplanes flying by.
For a few moments I forgot about my heartaches and the state of the world.
I breathed in those first flushes of summer
and let them fill my head like a new romance —
lifting my spirits and lightening my heavy loads.
I listened as summer rustled through tree-lined streets full of evergreen and wine red leaves,
felt it sail through the brown curls and silver waves at the top of my head —
then wash over my body right down to the soles of my feet
before seeping in through my skin and settling in my bones like a love song full of tender, poetic memories.
Despite the pendulum of life swinging us between hope and despair,
turning and returning us through the bitter and the sweet,
I want to remember how it feels to let a piece of joy take hold of me.
