This is the
pleasure derived from
witnessing the
easthetically beautiful, whether it be of
sight or
sound.
Sights that often fall into this category include sunsets where the red glow of the sun is reflected from the fleecy clouds floating serenely in the azure blue of the evening sky, art that evokes neither memories nor nostalgia but for it's own grace and style creates new memories belonging to it alone, or the surf rolling up the shore with the waves breaking and foam roiling up to kiss the sand before being pulled once more back into the sea.
Sounds that can invoke this feeling include the laughter of children as they play without any cares of the world at large, the sound of a cat purring contentedly as it lies in a pool of warm summer sunlight, a piano concerto by Mozart or Bach played well and with much artistry and joy by the artist, the sound of a gentle spring rain as it patters softly upon the patio awning until late into the night.
None of these will be pleasing to everyone, and neither will they always be pleasing, but it is my pleasant memories of such and looking forward to experiencing more of the same that keeps me sane.
These are my Happy Thoughts.