listening to Rockin' Robin "Hite" play the guitar
receiving a message from a cherished friend
a new Bob Dylan CD
beer in the summer, red wine in the winter
giggling like a mindless hyena with my daughter over the phone
listening to my son Drew recite the entire dialog of the movie First Blood, getting all characters pitch-perfect, never missing a beat, all dramatic pauses in place
experiencing the depth and subtlety of my son Brandon's intelligence and personality
foreign films
rain
summer flowers
autumn air
snow
Doctor Strange and Godland
my cat
reading The Street of Crocodiles
remembering how much my father loved my mother
classical music
thinking about Serbia
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Yet another poem which reminds me that I need to give my tortie some attention.
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