Happiness in a moment

Standing in line ; a bit combed, trying to recall the right and polite englishlanguagewords for greeting, hands sweating, protected by my Versace-parfum and dark-blue-suited gentelemen on my both sides. My homemade gown is not perfect, cause I did not have time to finish it neatly, but it does not show cause nobody is taking pictures of me.( and it is unperfect only behind in the zip-part, so it is difficut to notice in this dark room. Smile.) Why should I be nervous. Because he is famous.

Steve McCurry's lifework is on exhibition.A lifetime of pictures. You just need to go for your passion ; you need to follow your passion. I am walking on his lifeline while observing his pictures, a photo report from somewhere I've never been, faces I've never met.

What is happiness. What is it about. Is it possible that these serious faced persons are happy, maybe happier than me. What does it take to be able to feel happiness; a football match, a photographer interested,a mother, food, excercise,peace,wellbeing, a horse,nothing.

Grab the moment. It comes and goes. The croud is generating a humanwave and it is all floating mumblingly in silence quietly to the right and to the left. I can hear my voice greeting, saluting. Right now. Yours truly.