Joy. |
- A perfectly smooth duvet on a perfectly made bed
- [The rush of love I feel] watching Tati lounging luxuriously in the sun
- The sound of rain on the windows
- Long white pillar candles
- Spring
- Hand-written postcards and letters from friends
- The smell of a freshly cleaned apartment
- An Epsom salt bath
- Podcasts
- Tati’s sweet little meow
- The smell of a fresh pot of coffee
- The majesty of a raw amethyst
- Sunlight through the leaves
- New growth on a houseplant (esepcially if you were 100% certain you had murdered it with your black thumb of death)
- The sensation of accomplishment, however modest
- Sprigs of herbs in glass jars
- Fresh air in the form of breeze through the open windows
- Clearing out a closet/shelf
- A local outdoor black cat who roams all of Astoria I affectionately call “Midnight Cat.” Midnight Cat is gutsy and sweet and has the most beautiful expressive tail! I love you, Midnight cat!
- That feeling of fully releasing into relaxation into bed...
- Sleeping in
or
- Waking with the dawn ...
- The smell of a new season in the air
- Finding old doodles on the backs of envelopes, scrap papers
- Phone calls, FaceTime, and old-fashioned visits with friends old, new, and potential.
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