Bus ride

I saw a boy doing the rubrics cube in the bus today.  He seemed so focussed and determined.  Shifts, clicks and turns the cube to solve the complicated puzzle. He seemed so calm when he had seen that he cracked the sequence and got the colours to match. The satisfaction.  How sustained and tamed it was.  Almost as if he was training himself. As soon as he cracked it,  the undid the pattern and started afresh all over again.

I found the place I go to to be happy. When nothing else matters except that one moment. I was swinging on a tire,  the rope had no anchor. It was almost as if it was coming from the sky but even there, the pivot wouldn’t be found.

I wonder where he goes when he wants to be happy.  What does that place look like.