A steaming mug of coffee (milk, no sugar) early in the morning, while the dew's still steaming up from leaves and daylight's still fresh and tentative...
Waking up on winter mornings to find a big, warm dog curled up in the crook of my knee. When I yawn and stretch, she also stretches, watching me out the corner of her eye for any sudden movement. If I sit up, she pushes me back down again, big paws on my shoulders, doggy weight settling on my chest as she studiously licks away my sleep. If I just turn over and snuggle back under the covers, she snuggles closer and goes back to chasing the birds in her dreams...
Meeting an old old old friend, losing all track of time and chatting till four in the a.m., waking up bleary but deeply satisfied, drugged with "do-you-remembers"...
Agatha Christie's autobiography (that woman is phenomenal).
The last few steps, coming in from the cold into the warmth and glow of home, my space.
Calling a friend when you're feeling blue... and ending the conversation laughing so hard that you pee...
The way my father's eyes gleam when he tells a joke...
Talking to home, hearing about the doggies' latest exploit and how they're still climbing onto the bed in the morning and waking my parents up...
That feeling of total faith in oneself and the world that comes upon me when I least expect and most need it - the feeling of "Oh. Well, that's alright then..." (Thank you, Douglas Adams)
A pat on the back at work after. (Means more than I like to admit!)
A day off, with sunshine windows, good books and pepper-tea...
A Saturday afternoon off to browse around book shops...
Happy new year. Here's to fame and fortune, peace and quiet, and everything in between.
3 comments:
or as calvin put it:
smiling when someone calls you names and then punching his teeth into his stomach or somezing like zat.
Neat to see you online again, Progs....
N
on bended knee, head bowed ....
yesbob
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