The sound of ocean waves. It’s lonely and comforting at the same time.
The lonely thump, thump of a train running over the tracks in the middle of the night.
A clump of unruly mint in a wild corner of the garden where the fences meet.
A burning chug of Screech after a day of sailing.
Poplar leaves talking in the wind.
The purr of a cat.
The smell of coffee in the morning.
The squeak of snow on a cold day.
The brilliant blue of the sky on a fall day.
A whiff of woodsmoke on a fall day.
That luminous moment between waking and sleeping.
Dirt on me everywhere and an ache in my back after a day in the garden.
A beer on the deck after a day in the garden.
Sharing a drink with my husband at the end of the day.
That first sniff of winter on the air.
The sun filtering through the trees.
Spring leaves of brilliant green.
The smell of Rosemary.
Creating. Then discovering that I’ve slipped time.
Music in all its forms and complexity.
The many faces of the moon.
Cycles of nature. The wheel of the year.
Long shadows in the fall.
Sunset as seen through a glass of wine.
The flavour of night.