Lying down, after a good shoveling, on the deep, fluffy, freshly fallen snow.
Just lying there and feeling the giant flakes falling on my face, slowly, gently… flp, flp, quietly melting on my warm face.
Eyes closed, I reach my fingers over to touch my son’s outstretched hand.
This is happiness.
I could fall asleep like this, right here, in the silence, in the comfortable darkness.
This is peace.