are happy days. They are days filled with homemade milkshakes, hand scooped, mechanically mixed, and sipped/slurped/consumed humanely.
there is music, but not just in the air. In the heart, the lungs, and resting on the lips as well. It is spoken and sung.
and there is light. all around. it's the warm way you feel when you're in bed on a night that is freezing cold, but you feel OK. Actually much more than OK.
These are those days. and there are many more of them in store.