I come home to possibly the biggest homegrown zucchini I’ve ever encountered outside the prize-winning agriculture warehouse at the North Carolina State Fair. Maybe it was the two cups of coffee (when I could’ve stopped at one) or maybe it was the way my roommate carefully propped it against the plastic skull from last Halloween, but in that moment, I felt happy, truly happy. I don’t know, but I’d say the living’s in the details. Happiness is a warm gun and the smell of a sleeping kitten’s fur. It’s a good start to an unknown beginning.