Happiness is getting outside for some fresh air

 

He 'scapes the best, who nature to repair

Draws physick from the fields in draughts of vital air.

 

-- John Dryden 

Happiness is fresh spring air

 Gentle gales,

Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense

Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole

These balmy spoils.

-- John Milton