...an empty, sun-dappled, twisty two-lane blacktop, early afternoon, with wind in your hair, lots of horsepower, and a close-ratio gearbox under your hand...
...that first shot of ice-cold beer, after hard work in the south fourty...
...nuzzling into the dry and soft coat of a warm, wiggly, freshly washed labrador puppy....
....the smell of the tack room...
...the tick and bubble of a hard-driven machine just after you shut it off...
...the silence and crystalline beauty of a Colorado mountain morning, with a curl of fresh coffee vapors teasing at your nose...
...that first bite into the garlic cheese toast, with the platter of pasta and bottles of wine with friends all around...
...the clatter and thrum of an early-morning cafe kitchen...
...the giggles, and rush of little feet, heading for your lap...
...someone warm and welcoming to share it all with...
...Easter Sunday morning Church, everybody in their finery....
...Pipe Organ, playing some Handel, loud...
and so much more!
