- Shocking pink roses, blooms as big as your fist, from a thorn bush that seems to thrive on neglect.
- The clack and crackle of dice on a hardwood table—and the memories the sound evokes.
- Pinching out an A minor 7th chord and feeling it snap beneath my fingers.
- Shadowboxing—the way you pull your fist out of your back pocket for the throw, the way your shoulders swing on the follow-through.
- Looking out on the back yard, astonished, at a duck's stony plummet out of the sky to paddle on a pool left behind on the lawn in the wake of a summer rain.
- Early morning at work, aching, sleepless eyes red and sore: I should be miserable with exhaustion, but I cannot suppress a smile (and a shiver) as I remember just what we were up to last night when we should have been sleeping.
- Cracked-pepper pappadums puffing and distorting in the hot oil, with pear-and-cardamom chutney close at hand.
- Warm little arms flung round my neck and the toddler's voice fluting, "Hug."
- Lotte Samkang Melon Big Ice Bars from the Korean grocery down by South Town, near RIT.
- The way it feels when the words are coming easy.
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