The quiet morning made him thoughtful, watching the town wake and go through its morning routine. It gave him a moment's peace. It reminded him that in the scheme of life few things mattered, that life went on regardless of how he felt about it, and it was good, despite the trials and the scary things that lurked there. The good was also always there, and it made the bad not so bad. He wasn't seeking happiness, just a balance between the good and the bad. The difference wasn't real, it was how he thought of it, no matter how bad things seemed. In that, he realized he was happy, and that he liked being happy best of all.
(Author note: I apparently wrote this on Facebook on May 28, 2014, but did not include it in my blog).
