I like to be happy. And I like happy things. Here are a few of my favorites.
Fences groaning under the weight of big messy wild honeysuckle vines.
Random old black and white movies on TV that I found without meaning to and started 15 minutes in so that I don't know the title or what it's about but get completely absorbed in, enjoy thoroughly; laughing, crying, and then it's over and even if I never found out what it was, we're fast friends.
Buying books and squeezing them into full bookcases.
Standing on top of brick mailboxes on windy days when I'm comparatively sure no one is watching, like the owners for instance.
Dan reading aloud to me.
The produce section of Whole Foods in summer, with all the smells combining into one intoxicating scent of leaves and sunlight and warmth, and all the thousands of colors glowing peaceably together in lush discordant harmony.
Sunlight sliding into the grass sideways around 5:30.
Watching people I love be happy.
Playing piano while Claire sings, especially late at night when we're the only ones awake and we have to use the damper pedal and sing quietly.
Tell me yours?