Happiness. The ever-elusive state in which we all strive to linger. Write about the pursuit or experience of happiness. Perhaps it's an illusion. Perhaps it's a character who finds happiness in an unlikely place. Perhaps it'll be the simplest thing you'll ever write, or perhaps the most difficult. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.

STILL, THERE WAS THAT NIGHT

She won't remember when without a word we wandered dark collegetown neighborhoods.Where were the dogs & cops? I wondered.We were thrilled for the night still.

Still, there were all the satellites. And very still, there was that light in a candlelit

picture window. It gave a silhouette, a shadow, she was readying a bed.

Buffing up a sheet, she showed us, (my sister Janny and me)Her heartstopping Beauty;

A silent ballet shadow show that we acknowledged, her walk-stopping

ethereal naked lines.Then we continued on, still wordless.

Then, getting stiller yet.