Seeing..the newest cafe in town, an off-shoot of my favorite bakery, beautifully arranged with glass and wood. My patient husband, waiting with me for the tire-shop to open so we can replace our ruined wheel and get back to life.
Smelling.. so much bread, and -strangely- the library scent I didn't expect to find at a cafe. It's cozy.
Tasting..Jasmine tea. It's amazing. floral, but not overwhelmingly so, light, refreshing, and uplifting, like a springtime kiss or a weekend morning.
Listening.. to - I don't even know! The cafe's music, which is beautiful, kind of haunting, and takes me back to my college apartment: record player on the floor, low-bed, dim windows, soft-music and dreams that never let me be truly awake or at rest, but always in that dusky moment between.
Grateful...for road hazard insurance. Because otherwise I'd be paying a lot more for a tire; for Yarrow's good temper and delight in questioning the rain: "What doing rain?" "Being bad, rain?" "Happy see you rain!"
Reading.. letters between my husband and me when we were single and then when we were dating, they're wonderful. I want to write him letters again. And when my desk is set up again I will!
Loving..my husband, who happily took away my littlest critic to walk around the cafe while I wrote this. The look of bright leaves against the brown road, the brown sidewalk, the gray skies. And Jesus, who poked me into visiting Him for a while early this week, making the rest of the days blessed.Hoping..to focus fully, write more, see clearly, and laugh often in this new week. And to have the newly floored half of the house reasonably organized soon!