When are you most happy?
I’m most happy when I’m on holidays.
Not because anything extraordinary is happening, but because nothing needs to be. Time loosens its grip. The days open up.
There is space for being with family without watching the clock. Time to read a book properly. To walk without a destination. To head to the beach, or sit in a dark cinema, or visit an art gallery.
Sometimes it’s as simple as a bit of cricket on the television—the familiar rhythm of it running in the background, asking nothing of anyone.
I can feel that happiness already, just a few days out from a two-week break. Anticipation has its own quiet joy.
Wishing you all a happy and peaceful Christmas.
The Afterword 
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