If there's types of love, then there should be types of happiness.

There's a kind of happiness that is sharp and - for lack of a better word now - a little...mean? It's the happiness when I find a lipstick that I've been keeping an eye out for months. The kind of happiness when you say something and people laugh, and you don't know why. The kind of happiness when I get praised for something. Maybe, a slightly anxious happiness.

Then there's the happiness when you walk out and experience sunshine, or some kind of natural weather, for the first time in weeks. It's a little past mid-afternoon, a short while to dusk. It's a very gentle blue sky that isn't night, isn't twilight, but close. The clouds are fat, the air damp, and the sun gives a watery glow. Sounds terrible, but the sunshine is so gentle and the leaves so green and the air nice and cool; it's a very contented happiness. Like how I imagine cats feel when they curl up in a ball somewhere warm and soft. This is the happiness when a good song plays in the background and my veins seem to run something other than blood. The kind of happiness when I've been cold for hours and I have a long hot shower.

Maybe it's a little sad that I'm this happy over getting a day off. But boy am I happy.