I enjoy some simple pleasures

a quiet morning with coffee and the newspaper

putting on a soft t-shirt

listening to Jack Johnson’s warm beat

while working in the cold

working up a sweat

the satisfaction of a job well done

the way my baby’s face lights up when I come home from work

the trill of the cat greeting me from his sunny corner

the feeling of my wife’s hand in mine

the way my jeans feel when I’m packing

the music of my lover’s laughter

that final wipe of the kitchen counter

the freckles on my daughter’s face that are an echo of my own

taking words out of my head and putting them down on the page

the warm comfort of my bed

slipping to sleep

knowing when I wake

my loves will be waiting for me

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