it's the little things
fresh lavender
waking up early
laughing loudly
playing scrabble
walking to the metro
the sunday paper
singing along
plain cheerios
walking though a creek bed
eye contact
the last page of a good book
standing on top of a mountain
the golden hour
sleeping with the windows open
seattle
that first morning together
coffee in a real mug
taking a good photograph
compliments
milk
the last three miles of a ride
the wind
the taconic state parkway
stone bridges
getting lost
I posted this to my old LJ blog on September 13, 2007. Nothing has changed.
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