Last night.

Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That’s what it said as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished like a dream of the ocean into the branches and the grass below. Then it was over. The sky cleared. I was standing under a tree. The tree was a tree with happy leaves, and I was myself, and there were stars in the sky that were also themselves at the moment at which moment my right hand …

Things that made me happy.

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.” -Neil Gaiman +++ Seen in San Francisco. ©Mariko Evans

How’s your perfect day?

You have so many perfect days, he said & she smiled & said it’s a lot easier when you expect them to be perfect, no matter how they go. -Brian Andreas, Story people +++ I hope you all have a perfect weekend. :) ©Mariko Evans