Every golden evening I venture out further and further. Today I set out, as I often do. 

Where the question was brought to mind — 

If you believed joy was found anywhere, would you begin to find it everywhere? 

Would you find joy in a field of wild flowers? 
in seemingly ordinary rows of corn? 
with a dash of purple among a sea of green? 
or the glowing leaves of a backlit tree? 

Maybe you’d find it in the howling song of a sun-rimmed pup! 

If you believed joy was found anywhere, would you begin to find it everywhere?  Would you see it in everything? Would you carry it with you in every encounter?  Every conversation? Every nod, every handshake, every hug. 

Every goofy step of a dance?