On some days - it eludes me. I push. I pull. I twist and turn and stretch and strain. I reach for it - and it jumps away. I can taste it...feel it...see and hear it. And yet - it finds itself somewhere beyond.
It is - in the end - a conscious decision. A choice.
To choose...or not to chose. To celebrate our cups as half full...or to lament them as forever and always half empty. To be happy...or not.
On this day - with skies so blue...and grass that is greener than green..and fields of wildflowers dancing in the warmth of the sun - it sits and waits for me. Right here. At my fingertips. There's no need to try quite as hard. Effort less.
Nothing else or other to do.