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It’s become a small ritual of mine to walk the few hundred meters up the tiny hill to my flat after work on Fridays. During this brief walk, I always feel a strange and baseless satisfaction that starts like a soft hum and turns into a full blown symphony by the time I get home. It then disappears as abruptly as it appeared. It might be the warm weather, maybe the smell of spring, possibly even the simple knowledge of the impending weekend’s inevitability… or even… dare I say happiness?

Whatever it may be, it is good.