What was on the wall that day.
Pulling off the highway onto a back road.
Sunday morning. Newspaper. Coffee. Nothing else required.
My brother is teaching his daughter to ride a bike. He is patient. I did not know he could be that patient.
Grateful for the meal a neighbor brought when I came home from the hospital. I didn't know how to ask. She didn't make me.
Tea that's the right temperature on the first sip.
My oldest friend and I send each other obituaries of people we never met. It is a long conversation about being alive.
My neighbor sweeps the sidewalk all the way past her own house. She does it for the block.
My son still calls me Daddy.
My favorite cereal is back on the shelf.
Sharing favorite songs with each other and finding out that both are named, "Kiss Me"!
I'm grateful for the people in the courthouse who treated me like a person and not a case number.
A deer ate my hostas. I am annoyed and delighted.