Some mornings I light my orange candle (orange induces happiness, I've read---) and sit with my coffee, looking outside and praying for people who need prayers. It's a good way for me to start my day, as long as I remember to blow the candle out (if my dad is reading this, he's horrified) and as long as there are no creepy middle-aged men standing in the street staring into our windows. (There was last night.) But this morning, all is well and I am able to say, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is."