It happened on one of these bright and beautiful November days. There it was again, this feeling. Some call it luck, others speak of fulfillment, inner peace or bliss. Actually, it doesn’t matter which word you use. When I open the front door of our house in the islands and start walking, it only takes me a few minutes to get here: a place of happiness. I walk along the village road of Elduvík, take the turnoff, follow the gravel path, leave the sheep pen behind me, and then I have arrived. Welcome to our valley. If I continue my stroll in this direction over private land, I eventually will arrive in the next village, named Funningsfjørður. Back to that feeling again: Happiness can be shared. How to do it? Sometimes it is enough to post a photo.