The sight of a butterfly and a bumblebee as I walked down the hill to the mailbox.
The scent of rosemary in the air as Chris watered the plants outside.
The sound of crinkling brown paper that Tilde likes to play in.
The feel of needle, thread, and fabric as I hand-sew.
The taste of (very small) sundaes Chris and I have been making for dessert a lot recently.
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