Late evening strolls at dusk with the scents of magnolia and gardenia wafting in the warm Southern air.
The dahlias I planted this spring growing tall and strong and ready to bud out.
Leisurely shopping in the new art supply store and coming home with a bag full of potential joy.
Brushing dirt off tomatoes still warm from the sun and tasting of all things summer.
So juicy you eat them over the sink peaches.
Stepping out into a soft morning breeze and the way the hem of my skirt brushes my calves.
That tomorrow is Friday!
