Writing challenge – Day six – Joy

Is it just me,
or does joy become more elusive as you get older?
Like joy is the sun
and it becomes eclipsed by clouds.
Clouds that are worry
Rates and taxes
Traumatic experiences
Car maintenance
An ill loved one
Climate change
A pandemic
So many clouds
makes it hard to see
the sun.
But the sun is always there;
shining despite the clouds.
Sliding in and out of blue-sky gaps,
making silver linings,
painting the clouds red.
And pink and gold and fuchsia.
(My favourite is that purply-yellow colour that has no name.)
All the colours
that make life beautiful.

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