Sun warm after Fall rain,
she asks how to call happiness.

Stretching on the blanket
she spilled across the grass and leaves,
I shrug.
"It simply comes to me
on occasion,"
I say, and despite myself,
I smile.

I think she smiles as well
but I am looking up
into the clouds
where I see
what looks like the future:
a detached bouncy house
that we could jump in
in days to come.

It looks like something I could find
something she might like to see
as a surprise.

This is something I can make happen.
"This is a good day," I decide.

"What did you say?" she asks.

"What?" I reply,
"What did you say?"