Mini-Size Happy!

On the way home after school, she slips through the shopping street of red and green. A breath of white air, a small stretch of courage. She speaks up over a dropped glove, lights a candle at home, and lets marshmallows melt into cocoa. She does not need the center stage; on the edge of the sidewalk she gives a one-second smile, and a small fire stays in her chest. This is a story of finding a mini-size happy in her own tempo tonight.