happiness (is a warm gun)

Clarissa Vaughn: I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then. （The Hours）

她在夜半的咖啡館裡讀詩，

他枕在她的大腿上瞌睡。

他終於穿了她新買的毛衣，

在冬天，迎著光，騎著腳踏車向她而來。

那個早晨，出門的背影，她在陽台目送，

她的回眸幾幾乎比陽光還要燦爛。

他在被窩裡醒來，翻過身，說，

我在想妳變老會是什麼樣子。