Peace and serenity. Tranquilty and happiness.
In:
An excellent book, a warm blanket, and a comfy chair;
A steaming bowl of soup and a quiet assemblage of crackers;
The completion of tiresome tasks;
Cozy clothing;
Doting animals;
Kind Words.
A slow smile, a distractedly tepid glimmer in an eye, and a soft content sigh. With purple silk enwrapped around my head and a dog in my lap who barely exists anymore and a gentle ringing of happy words through my head, I am appeased. Nothing of great mark has happened, and neither is there anything of striking profundity on my mind. But this does not make for an uncomfortably complacent boredom. Only a dreamlike gauze of heartsease.
Wherein there is no room for my mincing locutions...