My joy is composed of simple things.
Hot tea with sugar, cold tea with lemon, a hammock in the sun.
A good book unread, a story unwritten blazing in the mind. The flow of ink from a fountain pen.
The smoothness of paper, the smoothness of skin, the smoothness of water.
Lemon, garlic, parsley, butter. Olive oil and sage.
Coolness in heat. Warmth in chill. Snow on the windowsill, dandelions in a bowl.
Vacuuming, and the brushed texture of a clean carpet.
The rhythm of the broom.
Music that sings tales.
Rice.
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