What was on the wall that day.
My niece running to meet me at the door.
My daughter sent me a screenshot of her ticket home.
Grateful I can hold a pen. Some days I forget how lucky that is.
Grateful for whoever decided the public pool should be free in August.
Finding the perfect spot at the beach with no umbrellas around.
The bakery had my favorite kind left. They were saving the last one. They know my face.
The woman in front of me at the coffee shop paid for mine. No reason. She just did.
My great-aunt is ninety-four and still asks me what I'm reading. I bring her my answers.
The exact taste of the cherry slushies at the snack bar of the public pool.
The man who delivers my groceries asked about my dog by name today.
I'm grateful for the strangers who clapped at my graduation. I had no family there. They cheered anyway.
The way the chestnut tree leaves drop all at once on the first cold day.