Toast.
Well-timed sunshine.
The microwave.
The shower.
Falling asleep on a comfy shoulder.
Being greeted by cats in the morning.
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I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. ~from "My Triumph" by John Greenleaf Whittier
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