I believe I felt what one might call ‘happiness’ today. Not fleeting, not temporary. Not the orgiastic wave of pleasure, not the thrill of love. Not the rush of pleasant memories or the instant pleasing of any of the five senses. Just like that. I skipped, hopped even smelt the roses, sure sign of happiness this, I thought. It started with a walk and my iPod. Something in the universe however conspired to make it more than just a walk. Whether it was the brilliant playlist, steadily belting out classics, or the beautiful, mellow summer sunshine I don’t know. Somewhere on the way lush grass found itself under my feet, slippers abandoned…and pure bliss.