"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens"
The famous song goes
For myself, it's a bit different
Happiness comes in the form
Of a big, leather chair and wrapped in a blanket
Reading a story about the beginnings of long ago
A steaming, hot cup of fragrant spices in my hand
And a beautiful cat that's dark as night by my side
A simple thing
To some, yes
To me, it's everything
A place where I can pursue happiness
At my own pace
In a world where everyone's searching and running,
It's nice to take a walk.