Two cardinals frolicking among the barren trees on an early, quiet spring afternoon in the woods.

The smell of a bonfire as the sun sets on the first warm evening of the season.

The sounds of the neighborhood kids playing outside, with the windows wide open and the backdrop of a sky soaked in deep, dark orange as the day becomes night.

The way the wood on my favorite picture frame will fool anyone into believing it’s not broken, leaning into each broken piece perfectly (if you only don’t disturb it.)

Spending the day cleaning your home and then taking a hot shower, moisturizing your skin, and being swallowed up into your favorite oversized sweats before sinking into the couch with your favorite blanket.

Reading a kind and empathetic exchange on social media.

Receiving a compliment on something you’ve worked really hard on.

Hot coffee in your favorite mug, done up just the way you like it, right when you’re getting out of bed.

Sun on your face as a gusty breeze cools your skin.

Writing the perfect lines, and rereading them over and over and over again.