Ripe cherry blossom against a pure blue sky.
Finding a sweet in my coat pocket when I’m stuck in traffic, on my commute home.
The smile of recognition from someone I forgot I ever knew.
A cherubic, fat baby holding out its arms to me for a cuddle.
Money in a birthday card.
The smell of silly putty.
Stepping off the plane into the heat.
Walking into an air-conditioned shop.
Reaching for each other’s hands.
Building a fire from scratch.
Seeing someone famous on the tube.
Hot bath towels straight from the drier.
When he perches on the edge of a table so his knees are either side of my hips and we are face to face.
A pile of birthday cards on top of a present.
A small child pottering around the garden.
The moment of leaving work the day before I go on holiday.
Camping at a music festival as a teenager.
Waking up to the smell of coffee and bacon on a Sunday morning.
Old photos of you that I’ve never seen before.
Seeing a clock change from 2️⃣3️⃣:5️⃣9️⃣ to 0️⃣0️⃣:0️⃣0️⃣
Popping bubble wrap.
Kicking up leaves in the park.
Singing along to a 30-year-old pop song, that I’ve not heard since then.
Twilight in the summertime.
Watching my dad skim pebbles across a lake.
🎈 Trying to keep a balloon in the air as long as possible.
Feeling a cashmere sweater.
A perfectly ripe avocado.
Playing with Lego.