Moonlight

The grass looked lush and green, it was early morning and the dew rested over it, just enough to feel the soothing coolness. Resting their heads upon it, on an early Monday morning, two girls chatted away. The gardener was not to arrive for his work and shoo them away for at least an hour. And a weekday symbolised tranquility, since most early morning joggers had to rush to work.
Their innocence plagued their tongues and imagination scintillated, darkening their morbid fears, just for a little while.
While the sky was convulsing it's way from bright and shiny to dark and gloomy, one girl whispered to the other, "I just want to be happy, you know."
"I know. Me too."
"I see people being sad. And they want to be doctors and all other great things. I just want to smile everyday. Do you think we'll ever be so?"
"I reckon we'll become Doctors and other great things. But that's that."
They were growing up. They just weren't aware of it.

And they never discussed it ever again. Just two friends. Parted ways. Grew from boisterous and unabashed to impervious and bottled up.
Maybe by now they know, being happy isn't really a phase or a marathon end. It's a mood.
And just like the moon, it's sometimes present wholly, sometimes partially. On cloudy days, it may not be seen at all. But it's still there. Hidden somewhere, it's moonlight; igniting hope and love through those vociferous storms.