contenment

as i sit here glancing up between paragraphs, while revising a paper, i am happy.

happy to hear the rain drip from the trees and onto the soggy leaves fallen by yesterday's wind.

i am happy knowing that soon my wife will be home to eat dinner with me before work.

i am happy.

i am happy at the thought, not too distant of a dream, that soon my life will be mostly centered around the reading and revising of papers.

paper and pens will be used by the hundreds and all to endorse my happiness. things done by me and for me, for my benefit. what a lovely sound that makes in my mind.

i am happy.

i am happy to be content with my life.

i love it.