Little Cottonwood Canyon on spring evenings, when the final traces of sun illuminate the granite, the cool air smells like earth and we are all alone.
Arnie asleep in Brad’s arms, sighing and dreaming and stretching his paws.
Wedding anniversaries spent surfing in Mexico.
Summer road trips to California, for surfing and running and swimming and catching up with friends and people watching and thrift store shopping and emigration market eating and teaching the boys to ride big waves.
The recent discovery of an Indian restaurant in my neighborhood.
An open back door, a green back yard, my dogs snoozing in the grass, daylight till 9:00 pm.