The Little Things...

The smell of burning sage, the cool autumn air, the sound of rain sliding off the roof and onto the porch, the taste of Merlot in coffee mugs, the Parliaments and pot, that little couch in that little room where we listened to Tori Amos and tried to figure everything out, the Corona and bad independent films, the art festival where we drank jack and coke out of styrofoam cups (shame on us, I know...Mother Earth will forgive us I'm sure!) and hugged a bum when he cried because he couldn't read the words on his shirt, the feeling of finally finding our way home...the magic of it all...