I love the sense of anticipation when first opening up a book, and the satisfaction and contentment I receive if I've either been educated or simply entertained by well-crafted words.
That first pristine snowfall, ahhh. And then when you are, at last, weary of a too-long winter, a warm, sunny, Spring day, tulips and daffodils in profusion in rainbow colors, windows opened for a brief house-airing, fresh curtains billowing in a gentle breeze.
Glad in the Fall, when someone occasionally violates the leaf-burning ordinance, and you once again have a rememberance of your childhood, with that particular pungent aroma filling the evening air.
Walks in nature, but especially solo walks, just before dawn, when somehow all seems right with the world.
My special friends I e-mail with, Waiting, Patio, Thinker's Wife and RedHorsewoman. And, especially Angharad, for our frequent chats, which always brighten my day, and got me through a personal medical crisis more than she will ever know. Sometimes I think of her as a daughter, but mostly as a dear, dear friend. Thank you all.
Lightning and thunderstorms, which are both scary and awe-inspiring.
The true 'goodness' of our children raised outside the Tower.
Hugs, given and received just out-of-the-blue.
Music and the joy it brings.
Grandchildren, and the special joy they impart to one's life.
