In middle age

I came

At the beginning of the road

That is happiness

To come home and eat the most delicious stew in the world at midnight

That is happiness

To sit at dawn on my meditation cushion and just be

That is happiness

To have my morning coffee next to my diary before everyone else wakes up

That is happiness

To welcome and greet a new day

That is happiness

To return to my comfort zone, where everything is so (fore)seeable

I don't need any other happiness, just these

Small, ordinary, everyday ones

Here not there

Now not then

Always

To Be

Home

Now I know why I had to give up all my savings for this one…and I would give more.