I inhale deeply, trying to commit the smell of happiness to my memory: potential and sweetness wrapped in a tender little package, sometimes full of anguish and stains that muddy the journey but that bring you out whole on the other side. It’s springtime in the middle of winter, a sliver of light shining on your soul that somehow makes you feel less alone. Because that’s what happiness is. The people you find along the way who make life a little more bearable. And once you find them, you don’t let them go.
