In this Image of Happiness

This image of happiness is like a glimpse of something poorly remembered. A fuzzy image of singing along to a song on the record player, with sun streaming through the windows and my mother washing dishes in the next room. Rock hopping over a creek as fast as you can. This is an amalgam of riding along some empty Western road with the radio on and the windows open and then the hot asphalt on my bare feet as I run across the gas station to buy something cold and sweet on that summer day. Doodling with friends on table outside pottery class, then someone takes the drawing and makes us copies and we all sign our names. The nest with large windows and small cupboards and a Wedgewood boiling water for tea while Lindsay reads in the next room. It’s showing up to the holiday party in new pumps with my companion brushing the small of my back as I enter the room. It's this song playing as I dance around with the shades drawn.

The Be Good Tanyas - The Littlest Birds