3 July, 2016
around 8 PM

My fingers are all red from peeling the bell peppers I have just roasted. The evening sun is creeping through the kitchen window and I can hear the birds singing and the music coming from the couch, played by some of my favourite people. I’ve just opened the wine, the soup is bubbling on the stove and I feel as utterly content as I’ve ever felt. Happiness has come to visit and it’s present, right here and now.

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