Time shivers to stop, the moment preserved, cocooned, gift-wrapped in white. As the plink-a-plink of freezing rain bats against the glass, the steady rhythm licks at him and wraps itself around the moment.
Beads of water trickle, crawling upwards across the windows.
Hidden stars reveal themselves, white toy helicopters spinning downward one-by-one.
His happiness was the heavy kind,
tugged at by a persistent sadness.
“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That's its balance.” ― Osho, Everyday Osho: 365 Daily Meditations for the Here and Now