The way a leaf flutters to the ground, taking its time to get there, destination inevitable.

The feeling of being cold to the bones and then stepping into an almost hot shower.

Watching Natia go from nervous and scared with daily disruptions and noise to a sleepy contentment and relaxed nap.

The quenching of thirst with cold, pure, water or, in my mind at least, with a very carbonated Dr. Pepper.

Sitting at my second story window and watching the blanket of fog that covers our part of the landscape on our corner of the world.

Counting the “if there’s anything we can do to help, please let us know” ‘s.

The satisfaction of emptying the dishwasher, or having all the laundry done and put away.

Raising the flag on the mailbox.

Beginning our walks under a canopy of stars and moon, and ending our walks with a hint of a sunrise.

Feeling safe.