The almost imperceptible state of happiness.

I ran into the sun at 6.30am this morning with the unlikely heat bearing down on me, as the 30ºC heatwave engulfed every recess of my cool British consciousness. Suddenly, my face cracked, revealing a wry, understated smile, a knowing expression of the feeling that things were OK.

My old singing teacher would reccomend a wry smile as the ideal facial expression when singing certain…