Tasting:
Eggs Benedict at a favorite old haunt, and the first iced coffee of the season.
Touching:
chucking a chubby baby chin for laughs.
Hearing:
this album by Calexico.
Seeing:
wisteria hanging down over our patio; reminding me of Japanese lanterns.
illustrations in well-loved books; seeing them through new eyes
fresh night air brought in by the fans.
fresh night air. yes!
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