Here are some things I love:

The smell of the first drops of rain on hot concrete.

Feeling my hair spread out behind me when I lay back in the water.

The shocking and delightful moment when I touch a lemon to my tongue.

Snuggling deep inside a thick blanket on a winter evening, reading by the light of a soft lamp.

The charged, thick stillness of the air just before a thunderstorm.

The hot and yeasty smell of fresh bread baking.

The warm snuffle of a baby against my breast.

The cheerful lilt of an Irish accent.

Waking up early in summertime, and stepping outside to find it’s already warm.

The crunch of sugar between my teeth after biting into a Christmas cookie.

The squelch of fresh spring mud between my toes.

The crackle of a record player.

Watching my daughters splash with sheer joy along a sidewalk full of puddles.

What about you?