My penny

So I'm at Rachel's house, back for the month of break. I've gone from 28 degree weather to 48, a nice change. Basically I wear fewer layers when I head out and don't shiver as I walk. It seems to be a month of difficult conversations, with parents, siblings, friends. A lot has been building up over the last few months and culminated into a need for words and communication.
I found a penny today, while visiting my old high school. I had wandered the premises and returned slightly disheveled. About to open my car I noticed the shape in the damp earth, but the copper had dulled so that it matched the ground. I picked it up, ever nervous that it would be face down, I'd had bad luck with penny's lately. Fortunately heads was up. Content, I searched for a date, but the penny was too worn to read, I could hardly see the face, only the building on the back was prominent. I pocketed the grimy penny and continued on my day, only remembering it when my hand drifted to my pocket and I rubbed the coin.
I think life will get better if I let it. I'm going to believe in the luck of a penny, because eventually the last barrier to happiness is yourself. I'll figure out what makes me happy, if I can, and I'll do that. If I can't, I'll smile as I do whatever I do. Even if it's just recovering a lost penny.