There are certain things that bring me joy.  An endless list… now that I come to think of it.

They are the kind of things, that for an unexplainable reason…. make you preposterously happy.  Or content.  Or calm.  Or joyful.

Some give you an exceptional feeling of warmth….and well-being….   from the inside out.

When a dog smiles.

The perfect click of a camera.

Good soup.

A bird in flight… dancing circles in the sky.

The smell of clean breeze.

Soft grass under your feet.

Mozart.

A genuinely kind hand on your shoulder.

The sound of certain words.  Like Marrakesh.  And Plucky. And Canoodle.

Falling asleep.  Waking up.

The way chocolate chip cookies smell while they are baking.

Gentle rain.

Little splendid things.  I love them.

“ Joy is not in things….  ….. it is in us. ” – Richard Wagner