happiness is looking into the innocent, cheerful, smiling eyes.
Sitting under a tree at, its trunk keeping my back straight. Weather is very pleasant, cloudy , cool breeze, giving a hint of rain. I’m all alone , enjoying the surrounding, full of trees.
There comes a dog . Looks at my face. Perhaps for any sign of like or dislike. Founds agreeable. Come close hesitantly. Sniffs my feet,then hurriedly licks my feet and runs away. Comes back again. This time more confident. Wags its tail, again licks my feet and goes away.
Suddenly comes a squirrel, stripped, cute, just 4 inches away from me. Looks at my eyes. I’m sitting very still. Not to frighten it away. We are both looking at each other. It takes me as a statue, perhaps. I can’t keep long without blinking. I blink. The spell is broken. It runs away.
This is the first time a squirrel has come so close. I feel sorry. I could not take its photograph but I’m happy,very happy.
It takes so little to be happy.