One of the first times I recognized that I was happy in the moment was back in school. It was one of the first warm Saturdays of spring. I was uncharacteristically up and out early. I'd stopped into the bagel shop that exists in all college towns and had purchased a pumpernickel bagel with cream cheese. I'd made my selection purely because pumpernickels were fresh and hot in the moment . . . and the cream cheese smooth and cold. As I bee-bopped down the main street across from the college, warmed by the spring sun, seeing parents bringing out their new babies for the first time, munching my warm bread and cold spread . . . I knew I was perfectly happy.
Today, I returned to my college for a few hours. As I drove through the leaf covered streets, under the canopy of red and orange and gold, I was reminded of the feeling of being perfectly happy in the moment.
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