Smell of sun warmed grasses

Tap water heavy with sea minerals

My face buried in my cat’s fur

Watching the snow fall late at night

When I compose a perfect writing about a stupid boy

Mindless, idle play with the crabs down in the sand

Being excited to sleep for dreaming

Falling back asleep to finish the adventure

Dreams of gliding

When I have the children’s rapt attention as I tell a story, or read out of a book

Fresh peaches, slick with juice

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