It seems happiness never comes loudly. It hides in a streak of sunlight, in the slow flow of a river, in smoke that smells of summer stronger than any memory.
It doesn't need words. It is recognized by how time suddenly stops rushing. When animals sleep without anxiety. When hands find a simple task. When water continues its movement, and you, for the first time in a long while, do not try to catch up with it.
Perhaps life is made up of moments that seem completely ordinary. And only later do you realize that they are the ones that stayed with you forever.
Because it is precisely such moments that later become what you miss.