Have you ever noticed that when you’re really happy, things smell, sound and feel differently? Taking a walk outside turns into a wonderful sensory occasion, you notice things...the distinctions between scents, the movement of light and the melodies of sounds. You walk past a tree and you smell the bark, the crisp air flowing through its leaves and the rich earth where it’s rooted. On a bad day you might not notice these distinctions. You might walk outside and not notice any scents at all or you might only notice those scents as a whole. Oh, but on those happy days you walk outside and the sun almost sings! You feel its rays cascading over your face and in your ears you can almost hear it shimmering. If you breathe deeply the twang of sunshine heat will tease your senses and your eyes will be dazzled by its vibrant glistening. Passing the sun you notice the soft flowing of the wind as it snakes its way around your body. You feel it caress you and hear it whisper in your ear. You smell its sweetness, its clarity and its peace. You want to touch it, hold it and mold it to you. It will ruffle through your hair and feather dance on your skin before pulling you toward your next destination. Stepping from the wind’s embrace you are awe struck by the blue of the sky. This isn’t a normal sky your eyes behold...no, this is the sort of sky that you could dive into. Crystalline and calling – it beckons you. The clouds dance and reshape themselves in front of you, drawing you in even more. You close your eyes and smell the blue. The clean, fresh scent leaves you floating – floating up and up to be swallowed by the decadent softness of clouds so white and pure that they bring tears to your eyes to see them. Their scent will fill you with the most amazing serenity and calm. It will hurt your heart a bit to know that you’re still standing on the ground until you realize how plush it feels beneath your feet. You want to step lightly so not to disturb the slender blades of perfect green. You bend to let their pointy tips tickle the palms of your hands. You smell the luscious scent that’s left after the dew has evaporated. You smell the rich earth and crumble it through your fingers. You smell the life that’s in that earth and smile as you rise. You stand now and spin ‘round and ‘round. You laugh, looking and breathing deeply to try and take it all in. Your eyes land on little things and try to memorize their splendor. You vow to never let these things pass you by but you burn them into your memory – just in case on those very bad days you do let these details slip away.