The aroma and bittersweet taste of scalding coffee passing over my tongue.

Blue-fingered shadows cast on snow.

Sunlight catching the arced droplets of dog spit when a ball is thrown.

The sound of giggling and the popping up of a head behind a fence as someone watched the dog leaping and wading in deep snow to fetch the ball.

The flock of three little kids in bright jackets high-stepping down the street this morning.

The sound of the woodpecker hammering his beak against a dead tree.

The burst of juice from a perfect orange.

The silky slipperiness of soap beneath running water.