What was on the wall that day.
The first peach of summer eaten over the sink.
A hot cup of tea passed across the kitchen counter.
My husband knows when I want company and when I want to be alone in the same room.
A new pen that writes well.
Finishing the laundry on a Sunday.
Grateful for the way coffee smells before it's even brewed. The promise of it.
I have a friend who picks me up from the airport without making it a favor.
Snow on the spruce, heavy and bright.
My father took us to the airport just to watch the planes. We never went anywhere. We just watched.
My grandmother said you eat what you can and you save what you can. I do both.
Mountain laurel in bloom on the trail.
Grateful for the woman who runs the diner. She knows what I'll order. She lets me sit with my book.