A man sits on his porch as the sun peaks it’s face above the horizon. Wisps of steam rise from the mug in his hands and the fog of his breath comes in a slow steady rhythm. He savors a sip from the mug and takes in the view from his home high on the mountain. The shimmering light reflecting off the river at the valley floor, the blinding bright snow caps on the mountains that surround him, and all the colorful life between fill him to the core with a quiet yet powerful joy. He isn’t smiling. Not a smirk or even a grin touch his face, he is quiet and calm through every cell in his body, but he is happy.