I Like

Summer week-ends that unexpectedly become available when I don't have to work.

Lazy afternoons filled with cicada symphonies, far-off dog barks, a further-off car horn.

The galvanized action that appears suddenly when a conundrum of indecision crystallizes into a plan.

The sizzle and snap of sausages on the BBQ, their fragrance over-powering the mock orange.

The scent of vanilla lurking behind the fragrance of coffee.

The uncomfortable caress of bottle brush against the side of the house.

The wind turning ten thousand pages in the camphor laurels.