Happiness is...
Nectarine season.
Heck, happiness is season of all fruit. I can resume living like a rabbit, thank god for produce.
Today there is a ripe nectarine waiting for me on the counter. I fully know and realize that the first bite tomorrow afternoon will be bliss. Not just because it tastes good, but because it means something to me.
It means that the warmth is on its way and it won't be long until I can sit on my porch and bite into one! It means that the snow is on its way out... one can hope, at least.
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