He had a happy canine way of seeking approval without seeming insecure.
This wasn't the person he'd thought he was, or would have chosen to be if he'd been free to choose, but there was something comforting and liberating about being an actual definite someone, rather than a collection of contradictory potential someones.
It took hours to turn the clock back 30 seconds.
You're either reading a book or you're not.
You see more sitting still than chasing after.
I feel that working environmentalists are, in the main, happier than armchair environmentalists.