The sound of a well-hit tennis ball or baseball.
Soft, droopy ears of a small hound dog.
Making the first cut into a roast chicken.
Walking in sand without shoes.
Unlocking one’s front door at the end of the day and knowing that no work awaits one inside.
The heavy feeling of unread pages in one’s right hand when beginning a new novel by an author one loves.
Pulled pork barbeque.
The sharp outline of deep orange October leaves against a perfectly blue four-o’clock sky.
Fresh basil.
Hot coffee.
A laughing baby.
(See: The Pillow Book)
My dachshund is a total dick, but you’re right, he gives great ear.
Dogs.
Coming home knowing that somebody who loves you is waiting.