Sometimes happiness is not something we can find again. It is a summer evening we remember long after the weather has changed. A kitchen filled with someone's voice, we admired. A train ride to a place we no longer visit. A song that suddenly returns us to a room, a person or a version of ourselves we had almost forgotten.
The moment itself may have lasted only minutes. Yet memory can keep giving it back to us, years after it has disappeared from ordinary life.
