A lot of things make me happy.
One of them is watching my roommate come home, continuing straight out onto the veranda, standing out there with ear plugs in his ears and a cold beer in his hand.
He's smiling, not knowing I'm watching. Bending down to take his socks off, moving his head along with the music. It's a beautiful day.
The gentle breeze is making his shirt blow gently, his cap holding his hair, which keeps growing longer, in place.
Just standing there, he looks happy.
And that makes me happy.