Delight

I could never feel unhappy when the thick fog hovers over the hills, the cold breeze brushes my face when I, bundled in3 three layers, walk in the neighborhood.

I could sit, wrapped in blankets, snug on the sofa wih a stack of books to read and movies to watch, all borrowed from the library.

I would be ungrateful to lament my state and ask for more.

It's a delight.