A box of hot freshly delivered pizza.
Sprinting across the yard with my dog to chase a squirrel she will never catch.
The warmth of the sun against my bare shoulders.
Discovering an old picture book in the library that triggers old forgotten memories.
Feeling pretty when I look in the mirror.
The weight of my son’s head against my chest.
Strangers who are unexpectedly kind.
A fistful of cool, moist sand.
Movie nights and beer.
A smooth wooden paintbrush between my fingertips
Pretending to tango in the kitchen with my husband.
The honking of Canada geese flying above me toward the setting sun.
~ By Heather Dent
The honking of Canada geese flying above me toward the setting sun.
~ By Heather Dent
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