Happiness arrived on a day when the sun lit up the world. She saw it approach from her lounge room window.

“Where have you been?” she said. Her hair was the white of winter and years had weathered her hands.

Happiness buzzed and flickered above her head and she tried to catch it with her cane.

It laughed, and the sound made her insides tremble with joy.

“You’ve come to stay?” she said.

Happiness shone from her ceiling like stars. “My dear,” it said, “I never left.”