It's the simple things in life that make me happy. A nice warm bath, a big fat cuddle, a fresh crispy apple. Wallowing in my made mud, with gritty sand doing what gritty sand does.
As Walt Whitman said,
"Methinks white-winged angels,
Floating unseen the while,
Hover around this village green,
And pleasantly they smile.
O, angels! guard these children!
Keep grief and guilt away;
From earthly harm—from evil thoughts—
O, shield them night and day!"
Walt wasn't very good.
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