a full, bright moon on a morning run
when my Siamese cat crawls up on my chest wantin' some love...his name is Berkeley, by the way
old, worn-out clothes that have a softness that money can't buy
friends that feel like family
listening to talent on a piano
the peacefulness and power of classical music
my 25-year old Bach Stradivarius silver trumpet
a new pair of running shoes that have the pillow-top mattress feel
the pudding dessert that Marjie makes for me on special occasions in an 9x13 pan
watching the sunrise over my left shoulder as I drive to work each day
driving through the country and seeing old and new barns and American flags waving in the breeze
spending hours upon hours alone with Marjie...doing something, everything...or nothing at all
putting on my uniform and serving and wish I could do it 100 times more often
Marjie's giggle/laugh
the genuine nature and simplicity of my children and how brutally honest they are
blonde hair and blue eyes
a super-tight haircut and wishes it wouldn't grow
a soft, non-muddy, rooty, rocky, stream-crossing trail run at sunrise
toenails that fall off...or in necessary times, that need ripped off with care
to be told I'm doing a good job when I am and told I'm not doing a good job when I'm not
white corn chips, salsa, and lite ranch swirled in...all while I watch 24, House, The Office, or Heroes
my little Eee NetBook
being out to see on a Navy warship...the smell of jetfuel as a fighter jet takes off of the flight deck...watching the sun rise or set over the ocean...
a freshly cut and manicured lawn with perfectly edged sides and smooth top
living on a budget...which I would have never said before 4 months ago
my old Keen sandals and old Ecco dress shoes
the feel of Smartwool socks in the winter after a long day at work
when a military aircraft flies over my home...ahhh, the sweet sound of FREEDOM
keeping in touch with friends from Virginia and hope I can see them more often some day
living in a world of transparency where I can be who I am without fear of retribution and people can either choose to look...or look away...real, raw, and honest
Marjie
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