What I Find Lovely

When she goes to bed early

When I can awake before her to watch her breathe

When I can travel to distant lands, pointing out the cloud shadows on mountains

Windows down, inhaling all of the enchantments of the forests, and of course the smell of wet road

When we frolic through cornfields

When we frolic downhill to the cool blue waters of the pebbly streams

When the waves of thunder roar and lighting strikes, and she screams

Movie Friday, hot buttered popcorn and red velvet seats

The lights that dim in accordance to the screen

When she says I am pretty unexpectantly

Stacks of fluffy golden pancakes, slathered in rich maple tree cream

The sound of his tires breaking hard against the tar, feet marching on gravel

I know he is coming to hug me

When the birds are chirping to alert me it is day and the night did not kill me

I live yet another bright shinny morning

When my mother asks me if I would like tea

When the doctors tell you your all healthy

Root beer floats in icy glass mugs, with just the right amount of each

Rain on sheet metal

Wind chimes blowing in the Spring breeze

Fall time fires, crackling, glowing against the burnt orange trees

Season of the Witch, songs of the 1960s

Festivals of which I could never attend, but could dream

Wines and cheeses and revealing dresses, kisses to please

Coffee and loose talk, lavender earl grey tea

Crepes and scrapple, God have mercy!

And lots of money.