What was on the wall that day.
The Christmas tree in our living room in 1985. My grandfather was alive. The lights were huge old colored bulbs.
Two coyotes on the ridge at sunset. Quiet, then gone.
A cold drink of water after a hot walk.
Field of milkweed in late summer. The pods cracking open like good news.
My wife knows the exact word I'm searching for.
My oldest friend called from a hospital in another city just to say happy birthday. She was fine. She remembered.
Pancakes with maple syrup pooled in the middle.
My sister came to my house with groceries and a casserole and didn't ask if I needed them.
Someone shoveled my walk after the storm. I never found out who.
First Indian paintbrush of spring on the ridge.
My dog's chin on my foot.
Bluebird in the garden. First one I've seen here.