A first-floor parking spot. A Venti Iced Caramel Macchiato with two extra shots of espresso. A friendly tail-wag. A stranger’s genuine smile. Sleeping in. The calm before the storm (in both the literal and metaphorical sense.) A good beat. A cool and refreshing breath of air. A two-cup bounce shot. A triumphing active apathetic avoidance of embarrassment. Steak. Whiskey/Ginger. A clean house. A classy woman. The few times a year where you get to blast the heat and roll the windows down to create a small, controlled sense of chaos as two temperature extremes flow around you in a whirlwind of subtle variances between chills and hot flashes while still being subjected to the crisp fresh air around you outside.
Just random introspectives of my life. Peruse at your risk and leisure. Or, look away and/or run.