Freewrite: Halcyon days

!Hello friends! This is my entry to respond to FreeWrite's motivating challenge of the daily challenge of @mariannewest.

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happy days we had in Venezuela a few years ago, often happens that we have happiness in our hands and we always want something more and we do not value what we live in that moment, we do not value our halcyon days.
When something happens and we already lost is when we yearn for the past.
There are always halcyon days in the midst of crises, those moments that are an incentive to live but nothing compared to the past.
There are small things that one in good times does not give them value, but when in crisis you lose it or you can not with the ease of before is when you most miss the halcyon days.
Take a coffee with milk with bread every morning, watching a program on television are things that not any Venezuelan can do, in my case I have months that I could not, always missing something sweet bread, or milk or the coffee or the light.
Things that only a Venezuelan understands.