Happiness is. Scratch that. Too ambitious. A happy day is:
- Little things that don’t make you want to grumble.
- Out of reach things that move in a little closer.
- The tingling warmth of filtered sun playing peekaboo with the clouds.
- As in a dream sequence, the unannounced thought bubble of a friend which causes you to send a silent virtual squeeze.
- Insisting your body GO and then testifying to it going further than it wants.
- The disarming appreciation of what was supposed to be a semi-random act of kindness.
- The likeness of someone you once knew in the face of a stranger.
- When direction doesn’t come in stereo, but becomes audible as the faint sound of bass when your ear presses down into the pillow.
- The delight of a freshly sharpened pencil and a well-worn Moleskine.
- The conviction, even if more fleeting than you want, that everything has the potential to cut both ways.