what color is your parachute?

in other words (or in unnecessary philosophical musings based on a book title), if your life depended on a large piece of fabric designed to prevent your gravitational demise, would its color matter, especially if it fails to accomplish its singular task? hmmm. i think i need to rephrase that one with the help of beer. but anyways, i am currently not in a pursuit of happiness because happiness has been pursuing me and capturing me, and as of late, happiness is (but not limited to):

to pass time rolling your head on the clothesline,

to see babies show off their growing-up progress,

to disagree on something without arguing,

to peel price tag without ruining the book cover,

to find something you lost when you're not looking for it,

to watch a video you've seen over and over and still enjoy it,

to fart shamelessly,

to let the air mess up your hair,

to watch her sleep and learn that she watched you sleep,

to make her laugh by imitating chewbacca,

to drive with her head on my shoulder,

to go home with three books, a shirt and a heart full of love,

to be with gianina.