My sunshine comes from

The slightest joys are found in cinnamon disks, light laughter from kitten pictures, reading old poems from childhood, vanilla chai and tickles coming from long red hair touching my forehead.

Simple things.
Flowers. Companions.

Treats in chocolate.
Quirky cat spins.

Banana popcicles.
Silly memories of friends and sayings.

Splatters of paint.
Letters hidden for a later date.

Long hugs.

I hold a smile. A genuine hug.
Nothing more. But real.

So many parts of me love those fine details. The ones that I can actually recall. Not just in a faded memory but actually hold.

Perhaps those moments are gone in some cases. Alas I will have to learn. More and more each day.

Yet I don't want to lose anyone or any hope, goal nor dream. Yes selfish.

My bit of sunshine is held a few time in emeralds. Not in gemstones but real pieces of ever changing colors. Olive. Emerald. Dark graying green. Indeed even the tinge of brown and yellow added.

Alas my bit of sunshine I keep looking for in the gray moody days. A hope.