Fresh air, people hanging out on their porches (I have a serious thing for porches) with some beers and some buddies, cute dogs everywhere, the amazing light my treehouse bedroom gets.
It's all good, folks.
Also, semi-unrelated, but I enjoyed this exchange this morning:
Michael: Have you been to San Francisco?
Me: I lived there for years.
Michael: So you've been downtown in the morning?
Me: (smiling) Yeah.
Michael: Then come smell outside.
[we leave the restaurant together]
[We take deep breaths inhaling the crisp cool air]
Me: Totally with you.
Things like being asked to smell things for memory make me happy.