simple happiness.

And when I want to describe how beautiful it is to watch all these sheds of light walking through the white sheer curtain to land its reflection on the floor, moving up and down, left and right as if they're dancing around with the wind; I know you won't understand. You can't see it and my words are weak, so are images I've tried to take. I don't know if it's just me or it's universal. That feeling when you see something so pretty that you just want to share it with everyone else but you can't. Let alone those who might not understand its simple prettiness even when they have the chance to see it. But after all, I still want to type it down so at least days and years later, I could remind myself how happy I could be just sit here watching the morning lights doing their routine.