Distant train whistles at night.
Fresh, smooth sheets.
Rain when I know I never have to leave home.
Tucking away in a corner somewhere to read.
Falling asleep while reading.
Wind in the pines by a high mountain lake.
Legs and lungs that ache from a good run.
The dry, crispness of a sleeping bag in the dappled shade.
Sunshine.
Soft sand and salty air on an Oregon beach.
Flowers, blossoms, and fresh herbs.
Mornings without a timeline.
Old photos and home videos.
Old Westerns filmed in the Sierra Nevadas.
