I got up at sunrise and was happy,
I walked, and was happy,
I roamed the forests and hills,
I wandered in the valleys,
I read, I did nothing,
I worked in the garden,
I picked fruit,
I helped in the house and happiness
followed me everywhere –
happiness which could not be referred
to any definite object,
but dwelt entirely within myself
and which never left me a single instant.
Jean-Jaques Rousseau
