the first i saw

was her neon yellow bike,

so bright in the pale afternoon sun

it glowed.

next, the ocean coloured notebook,

the leather the same shade as a wave

crashing against scattered rocks at the base of a cliff.

in the middle of all the color,

the brightest flower sits, in

vibrant pink,

hair tied back loosely, a green pen clutches between her fingers.

i sit quietly down beside her,

and she smiles.

i ask, "what's with all the colour?"

that staple grin grows wider. "it makes me happy."

happy was that simple for her.