Having the wind blowing toward the feedlot when I go out for a ride.
Going out for a ride.
My horses greeting me and running to the fence for some petting when I get back.
Knowing that 'going to work in the morning' means walking out to the barn and maybe stopping in at my shop to putter around on the way back.

Let's hope there's intelligent life somewhere in space 'cause it's buggar all down here. -- Monte Python