A bed of pine needles.
Sunlight on the water.
The sound of a chickadee, or the sound of two cardinals talking.
Walking in the city.
Dirt.
Rain.
The smell of new-mown grass.
Fat worms under the compost.
A song.
An old-time jazz band.
Where the sky meets the water on a clear day.
The taste of homemade bread with good butter on it.
Memories.
The voice of a friend.
Any yellow flower, and the bees going from bloom to bloom.
Seasons.
Getting lost in a good book.
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