There isn't much that makes me happy to be alive these days.
It isn't that there aren't things that I could choose to feel or do or see that wouldn't bring on The Happy. But I know better than to choose them. And so I watch the landscape as it passes beneath my feet. Sometimes feeling the sun on my face. Othertimes drenched to the bone from the latest freezing rainstorm. Sometimes it's pleasant. Mostly it's a slog.