I felt really happy when I found this tree on our street, which I pass on my way to and from work. My most vivid memories of childhood include these mimosa trees, with their fun yellow ball like flowers. The flowers now remind me of pipe cleaners from my craft box, as they feel the same way- fuzzy and slightly bouncy.
Whenever I pass the tree, I think of how happy I was growing up, and how happy I am now too. Different types of happiness, each wonderful in its own way. Just for a moment, I smile.
When I find little things like this, there is something sort of exciting about it. What is that feeling called?