In shadowed mood, I river-walksee heron in the gloaming-light,and deer that shyly peer, then sprintin white-flashed flight to rock-strewn beach. Is this happiness, or calm releaseof anger stored, of finding peacein the susurrous wind sighs--a promise, hope’s rise. Lillian has asked us to use the word happy--or some form of it--in a quadrille for dVerse. It usually makes me feel better when I take a walk, and especially if I see "my" heron or some deer.