… Any airliner landing you can walk away from.
… sharing a cuppa or two or three with friends. The more the merrier (with both cuppas and friends).
… getting a note through the mail/email/PM telling me how I’ve made someone else very happy.
… finding that once-elusive piece of information, and seeing the article just slot into place, piece by piece.
… knowing that what I do, matters. 
Happiness is found on every imaginable, no particular highway or roadway, provided some conditions are met. A friend should be involved - particulary a friend you absolutely want to be in a relationship with but they merely want to be friends - as long as no one talks. No, happiness can only be this strech of road, your confusing, hateful feelings, and the love you still feel for what you can never have, driving along with you, unaware of your inner conetmplation and feelings of rejection, down this every imaginable, no particular highway or roadway. Music also needs to be involved, hopefully something ironic, or something bitter, or just something you can sip sweetned juices to on the battle lines of the next great world war. Just something smooth, calming, mellow, but scratchy, lo-fi, terrible awful feeling, with lyrics both indescribable, non-sensicle, and beautiful in an arcane way. Just something to provide a backdrop for your washed up no good feelings, along the desolate every imaginable, no particular highway. The last and most important thing is that the night needs to either be too cold for the windows to be open, so they are open anyway, or too warm too not have the air on, so they are open anyway. Something solid and reassuring needs to be around you - never should you feel your feelings will fall out of your body onto the road - but at the same time you need to feel that at anytime, should your feelings become overwhelming, should you feel hopelessly destroyed and can no longer keep driving along pretending to be friends, should you give up that last hope for salvation, that the windows are open so you may escape. There should be no barrier between head and arms with the world and desperation, while the car needs to prove your still alive, driving aimlessly down the highway, enjoying the silence that the music brings and the music your silent friend gives.
Happiness is driving down a highway, windows down, friend silent and music predictable, no where to go to, nothing worth changing, nothing in life worth saving, knowing that whenever you are done driving your life will never be the same while they will never think any more of the experience than a long drive, awkward silence, stale air, and boring songs.
Happiness are those times in life when you realize you’ll never be more alone than when your with your best friend.
… a warm puppy, a blanket fresh out of the dryer, a cup of hot cocoa after playing in the snow on a snowday for several hours.
Here’s to you Sparky
Jim
…having a horse blow warm, hay scented breath on your cheek.
…waking up in the morning to my dogs greeting me as if they haven’t seen me in WEEKS (never mind that they slept right there in the bed with me).
…sitting on my back deck in the summer with a cold beer, watching the sun set.
…having a favorite song come on the radio unexpectedly while driving and cranking it way up and singing along.
…having one of my cats stretch out on my chest and purrrrrrrrrr.
…watching any of the LOTR trilogy with my best friend (even tho we know them all by heart), a big bowl of popcorn between us, and making our ‘special’ observations.
…being creative, either with writing or drawing/painting. It always makes me feel better.
…watching Star Wars or Harry Potter with my best friend and popcorn, cream soda all while making jokes about their acting or little things we notice.
Without getting heartburn after.
… is a cigar called Hamlet. I really wish they’d make the ads available on the Net. Some good cartoons here.
… is a smile on the face of a friend.