I must go down to the woods again, to the lonely trees and the sky,
And all I ask is the tall trees and the moon to see paths by;
And the saplings whip and the wind’s song and the broad leaves shaking,
And a grey mist across a grassy knoll, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the woods again, for the call of the running hind
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a breezy day with the white clouds flying,
And the foxes play and the badgers hide, and the owl eerily crying.

I must go down to the woods again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the buzzards way and the doves way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when this long trick’s over.

The decadent sensory overload that is gently swinging in my hammock, with a light breeze, reading a book, and a cold drink nearby.

Wonderful

Lily's sugar-free chocolate. Mmmmmmm....

Root beer floats
Assembling a jigsaw puzzle
Thunderstorms
Water moving over rocks in a stream
Nuzzling my puppies
Wind blowing through the trees
Hearing a song from ages past and remembering all the words as if it were yesterday
Saxophones
Watching old episodes of the Carol Burnett Show, seeing Tim Conway bust everyone up laughing as they try to stay in character
Hearing my dog dreaming
Telling bad pins to my daughter
Bowling a strike
The smoothness of freshly shaved legs
Cary Grant movies

The touch and loves I give and get from my animals. The warmth of sunlight. The new leaves from my pine trees. The love people share online.

Finding a highly religious person reveling to them that I am agnostic. Then I watch them and let them think that they are morally superior then slowly watch them devolve into the scourge that they really are. More of a hobby than a past time.

I love all of your replies! Heartwarming.

Being greeted by my dogs.
When my bluenose gives a full-throated howl.
The smell of my fingers after pinching a bud.
Sunset clouds lighting the scene pink and purple.
Unloading new photographs that are sharply focused.
Whenever my lady gives me a hug from behind.

It's not a small pleasure, but it's a rare and simple thing: Whenever a feeling of calm washes over me.

Being outside. Smelling the ocean & watching the waves roll in. Having one of my pups on my lap. Giving my pony a hug and inhaling that wonderful horse perfume. Talking to my dad. And all of the things you wrote - but I do have a problem remembering to cut my roses, I like to walk by & smell the roses....

craft beer, good whiskey; which i have in front of me right now. and pizza which we'll be having shortly.

Watching a truly funny or thoughtful (or both) movie or TV show - the kind that either makes you fall over laughing or makes you go "wow"... a dish of cold ice cream on a hot day... a cup of hot coffee or tea on a cold day... coming upon a work of art or other form of creativity that stops me in my tracks... coming upon something in nature that stops me in my tracks... an awesome meal with a good friend... an awesome conversation with a good friend... accomplishing at least one small challenging thing each day... getting involved in a creative project... wicked humor... having a day - or even an afternoon, or even an hour - with little or no physical pain... a good night's sleep...

The golden rays of sun in the fall with a whispering breeze in the trees, or a good book in a bed swing coasting next to the wine grapes in southern France

i like the smell of chicken fried steak cooking in the neighborhood i am working. it's a popular dish down here.

I love to hear the rain. Doesn’t happen too often in Victoria, Aus at the moment so it’s such a delight when it does.

Yesterday may wife had a hospital appointment and we were quite early so I read to her the first five chapters of Pride and Prejudice, her favourite book, while we waited.

Pizza, mostly. Actually, vegetarian food in general: lots of fresh fruits, robust garden salads, General Tso's tofu, meatless Mexican dishes, etc., and, of course, cheese pizza.

Leisurely walks, away from the hustle and bustle. No cars, no machinery, no people yelling. A nice stroll through the woods can be quite serene, with only the subtle sounds of nature and the gentle crunch of grass and leaves under my feet to disturb the silence.

Memorizing poetry and speeches, e.g., "Jabberwocky" and "To be or not to be." I've memorized only a handful of works, but I sometimes like to commit to memory something challenging and recite it on my commute, playing with inflection, cadence, tempo, and so forth, trying to feel the meaning behind the words.

Light conversation. Although I detest small talk, a lighthearted conversation with a good friend, sharing ideas about life and philosophy and so on, can be a real joy. I just don't want to debate anything (which is a departure from the temperament of my youth).

Comedy. I love smart comedy and clever wit, but I can also appreciate some bawdy humor if it's more than just for shock value. I attended a production of The Book of Mormon a couple of weeks ago and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Awaking only to discover I have a few hours before I need to get up for the day — or, conversely, awaking at the time I need to get up and realizing it's Saturday and I don't need to go to work or attend some training or have any obligations at all.

The sound and smell of a gentle rain. It's especially nice to fall asleep with the window open on a summer night to a steady rainfall.

That second of silence before people speak their minds.

Sitting in my screened-in back porch in the morning, enjoying a cup of hot tea while the birds are singing their hearts away... and inhaling the fragrance of the nearby dwarf Korean Lilac bush as the breeze wafts it inside...

Looking out the back patio door. No patio but a small wooden deck with stairs. Finch feeders 10 ft away, have lots of different birds. Rabbits, bigger birds, and squirrels feed off the ground below and birds sit on the deck, cat watches through the window, drives him crazy. Have a trellis off to the side with clematis, see a hummingbird now and then feeding there.

Butterflies. They take off as I approach.

In 44 years of hiking, these are the only butterfly photos I got.

I swear these butterflies were stoned on nectar.

waking up in the morning sunny side up..
Morning coffee with friends
making people laugh first thing in the morning to start the day off on a positive note,
Retired and almost no worries
have my health
relaxing on the deck or in the hot tub
precious like minded friends
children and grand children
looking forward to everyones remarks and insights to further my knowledge
my cat jumping on the bed reminding me it is up time

marshmallows melting in hot chocolate. sunrises and sundowns. contented dogs. hum of a box fan at night.

Honestly if your talking "low level ecstasy" one of my favorites is enjoying a day with the company of somebody special and having them just doze in my arms. Nothing is more special than knowing you make somebody feel that safe and at home.