It's when the scent of freshly baked cinnamon rolls fill the kitchen. It's when the neighbor brings a welcoming gift. It's when kittens paw at yarn. It's when snowflakes kiss cool, pale cheeks. It's when birds are singing. It's when she smiles so much her eyes pinch shut. It's when he brings flower even on the eleventh date. It's when babies giggle at nothing in particular. It's when rain pools enough to splash in. It’s when warm hands hold each other tightly. It's when silence is comfortable. It's when music solves all problems. It's when the cool, sweet juice trickles down the throat.
Happiness.