What good things do you enjoy in life?

So, the good things.

A chilly morning. I hold a warm mug with both hands. The warmth seeps into my hands, through my arms, into my body. Delicate clouds of vapor create fleetingworks of art in the air. I breathe in the steamthat carries the scentof coffee. I drink it, which at this moment tastes like perfection.
I walk in the woods and the world around me is full of reds and golds. The air smells earthy. It is quiet. Just me and my dog.
Ahead of me Rocco struts with his tail in the air, occasionally turning around to check that I am still following, I say his name, hold out my arms wide,and he sets off towards me in a wild joyful run.

Back home and I open a new book. I feel the texture of the pages under my fingers. I smell the comforting papery smell. My eyes fall on the first line, pulled through the paragraph. I look up and cannot help but smile. This will be good.
It is night. My bed is as soft as I thought clouds would be when I was little. My duvet has wrapped me in a dreamlike cocoon. I am slowly falling asleep. The only sound I hear is the soft whisper of rain on the window.