Enjoying the breeze inside the shade on a hot summer’s day. Curling up on the couch with a hot drink while it’s snowing outside. Spending a Sunday reading a good book. Spending a Saturday watching good college football. Solving a hard problem, acing a rough test. I’m surprised at how many “blissful” things I can come up with off the top of my head, but I shouldn’t be. There are as many ways to feel blissful as there are ways to enjoy your time. When the cold winds rise and it starts snowing, however, there’s a universal love for escaping the cold with warm drinks and laughter. Around now, I think that ought to be the prevailing definition of bliss.