"I used to curl up in bed with my dog and read him stores by candlelight."
"You read your dog stories?"
"He was a smart dog."
She smiled, then kicked away some leaves and sat down. I sat across from her on a rock.
"Happiness is different for adults, don't you think?" she asked. "Much too fleeting. Like something you can't see if you stare right at it"
"I think for a lot of people happiness is just the absence of discomfort", I said
"That's not enough for me", she said".
So for today----What makes you happy? Are you happy? If not what would it take to give you happiness? Is it much too fleeting? Have you ever really ever been happy?
